As Jesus was nailed to the cross on Good Friday, indescribable physical pain was inflicted upon Him.
Oh, I know, Jesus could have taken care of Himself. He could have escaped the cross, the pain, and death. Who would have blamed Him if He had?
But, instead of escaping the cross and death, Jesus took care of everyone who nailed Him to the tree: “Father, forgive them” (Luke 23:34 NIV).
He took care of the thief: “Today you will be with me in paradise” (Luke 23:43 NIV).
He took care of His mother: “Woman, behold your son” (John 19:26 NKJV).
And then, when His physical tank was on “empty,” heaven turned its back on Him. In that moment, Jesus took the hit; the full body slam of our sin hit Him.
And, He took care of us.
In that moment, Jesus screamed out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Matthew 27:46 NIV)
Never have words carried so much hurt. Never has one living being ever been so lonely—lonelier than the abandoned child, the divorcée, or even the widow standing at a grave.
I can’t understand the full impact of the cross and what Jesus did there. Why did Jesus do it? Why did He take care of us?