At the ninth hour, about three in the afternoon, Jesus cried with a loud voice the Aramaic words of Psalm 22:1: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
Some around him didn't understand what he was saying. They thought he was calling for Elijah. They had heard him talking about someone coming from heaven. Maybe he was calling for him.
Someone saw his pain and ran for some wine vinegar, and offered it to Jesus.
Then Jesus gave out a long cry, and breathed his last breath.
A centurion was struck by his death. This was not the death of a criminal or an insurgent. This man must be innocent. This man must be righteous.
But Jesus remained hanging on the tree while the others were dying and his followers looked on from a distance.
Friday, March 25, 2005
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