I offered my back to those who beat me,
my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard;
I did not hide my face
from mocking and spitting.
What kind of man gives his life without objection? What kind of man give his life to those who do not ask for it or even care that it is being given? What kind of man gives—not because he does not have the power to take—but because he has too much love?
The man who is God.
But what kind of God subjects Himself to His creation? What kind of God limits Himself and sacrifices Himself to the evil whims of those things He made? What kind of God looks upon His corrupted creatures and instead of destroying and starting again, rips Himself apart to save them?
The God who stooped down and became man.
From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?”—which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. Matthew 27:45-46; 50-51
The world has seen no other man like this, for only God could be man as beautifully and lovingly as Jesus.
*photo by Kriss Szkurlatowski