Like a great noise wrung from the ages it rose up within me, men of every nation crying out in a million tongues of anguish, 'Even God has forsaken us!'
But then, over all these voices, came the terrible cry of the Messiah,
'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?'
And His flesh was torn and His heart was broken as he stood in the place of all mankind- enduring the agony, the shame which should have been my own. And the question consumed me: 'What God is this who has not forsaken us, but has been forsaken for us?'
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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