n yielding up His precious
life, Christ was not upheld by triumphant joy. His heart was rent with anguish and
oppressed with gloom. But it was not the fear or the pain of death that caused His
suffering. It was the crushing weight of the sin of the world, a sense of separation from
His Father's love. This was what broke the Saviour's heart, and brought His death so soon.
Christ felt the woe that sinners will feel when they awake to realize the burden of
their guilt, to know that they have forever separated themselves from the joy and peace of
Heaven.
Angels beheld with amazement the agony of despair borne by the Son of God. His anguish
of mind was so intense that the pain of the cross was hardly felt.
Nature itself was in sympathy with the scene. The sun shone clearly until midday, when
suddenly it seemed to be blotted out. All about the cross was darkness as deep as the
blackest midnight. This supernatural darkness lasted fully three hours.
A nameless terror took possession of the multitude. The cursing and reviling ceased.
Men, women, and children fell upon the earth in abject terror.
Lightnings occasionally flashed forth from the cloud, and revealed the cross and the
crucified Redeemer. All thought that their time of retribution had come.
At the ninth hour the darkness lifted from the people, but still wrapped the Saviour as
with a mantle. The lightnings seemed to be hurled at Him as He hung upon the cross. It was
then that He sent up the despairing cry:
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
In the meantime the darkness had settled over Jerusalem and the plains of Judea. As all
eyes were turned in the direction of the fated city, they saw the fierce lightnings of
God's wrath directed toward it.
Suddenly the gloom was lifted from the cross, and in clear, trumpetlike tones, that
seemed to resound throughout creation, Jesus cried:
"It is finished." John 19:30. "Father, into Thy hands I commend My
spirit." Luke 23:46.
A light encircled the cross, and the face of the Saviour shone with a glory like the
sun. He then bowed His head upon His breast and died.
The multitude about the cross stood paralyzed, and with bated breath gazed upon the
Saviour. Again darkness settled upon the earth, and a hoarse rumbling like heavy thunder
was heard. This was accompanied with a violent earthquake.
The people were shaken into heaps by the earthquake. The wildest confusion and terror
ensued. In the surrounding mountains, rocks were rent asunder, and went crashing down into
the plains below. Tombs were broken open, and many of the dead were cast out. Creation
seemed to be breaking into atoms. Priests, rulers, soldiers, and people, mute with terror,
were lying prostrate upon the ground.
At the time of the death of Christ, some of the priests were ministering in the temple
at Jerusalem. They felt the shock of the earthquake, and at the same moment the vail of
the temple, which separated the holy from the most holy place was rent in twain from top
to bottom by the same bloodless hand that wrote the words of doom upon the walls of
Belshazzar's palace. The most holy place of the earthly sanctuary was no longer sacred.
Never would the presence of God again overshadow that mercy seat. Never would the
acceptance or displeasure of God be manifested by the light or shadow in the precious
stones in the breastplate of the high priest.
Henceforth the blood of the offerings in the temple was of no value. The Lamb of God,
in dying, had become the sacrifice for the sins of the world.
When Christ died upon the cross of Calvary, the new and living way was thrown open to
Jew and Gentile alike.
Angels rejoiced as the Saviour cried, "It is finished!" The great plan of
redemption was to be carried out. Through a life of obedience, the sons of Adam might be
exalted finally to the presence of God.
Satan was defeated, and knew that his kingdom was lost.