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Morning and Evening

April 15, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" — Psalm 22:1 · KJV

Here we behold the Savior in the depth of His sorrows. No other place so well shows the griefs of Christ as Calvary, and no other moment at Calvary is so full of agony as the one in which His cry rends the air: "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" At this moment physical weakness was united with acute mental torture, from the shame and ignominy through which He had to pass; and, to make His grief culminate with emphasis, He suffered spiritual agony beyond all expression, resulting from the departure of His Father's presence. This was the black midnight of His horror; then it was that He descended the abyss of suffering. No man can enter into the full meaning of these words. Some of us think, at times, that we could cry, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?" There are seasons when the brightness of our Father's smile is eclipsed by clouds and darkness; but let us remember that God never really forsakes us. With us it is only a seeming forsaking; but in Christ's case it was a real forsaking. We grieve at a little withdrawal of our Father's love; but the real turning away of God's face from His Son — who shall calculate how deep the agony it caused Him? In our case, our cry is often dictated by unbelief; in His, it was the utterance of a dreadful fact, for God had really turned away from Him for a season. O you poor, distressed soul, who once lived in the sunshine of God's face, but are now in darkness, remember that He has not really forsaken you. God in the clouds is as much our God as when He shines forth in all the luster of His grace; but since even the thought that He has forsaken us gives us agony, what must the woe of the Savior have been, when He exclaimed, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?"