Morning Pastor John,
I was listening to The Father and Son, chapter 4, that you posted on Facebook, and Psalm 22 really hit me.
Starting with verse 14: “all my bones are out of joint.”
I cannot even imagine the pain Jesus was in. Just one bone out of joint is terrible pain.
“My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.”
Jesus did not have any strength left. I hurt for him, reading this.
Verse 17: “I can count all my bones.”
I tried to picture that image and imagine what kind of hearts it really took to torture someone who is so thin that all his bones shown. What kind of heart could be so wicked and cruel?
Verse 18: “They divided my clothes among them and cast lots for my garment.”
What kind of heart divides a dying man’s things in front of him. If I picture that scene in today’s time, the wickedness of a heart like that is so awful.
As I thought about what kind of heart that it took to be used by God to kill Jesus, I can see why God used them, and how it was a just reward for God to give such a heart a job like that.
Then I thought of what you said yesterday about what kind of man wouldn’t want Sister [name withheld] for a wife. I thought of the condition of some men’s hearts, who forsake godly women with small children who were following Jesus. What condition their hearts must be in to do such a thing! They are hurting God’s daughters and little ones; their hearts are like the hearts God used to kill His son.
But God!
Verse 19: “But you, O LORD, do not be far off! Help, come quickly to my aid!”
When I look at what wonderful and full lives God’s daughters and their children have, verse 19 never read so sweet! It’s like I am watching a scene from the Bible! We can see God do it, right in front of us! Jesus is near them, listening to every hurt that crosses their heart; he knows how cruelty feels.
These thoughts touched me today!
- Many bulls have surrounded me; strong bulls of Bashan have encompassed me!
- They opened their mouth like a lion, tearing and roaring at me.
- I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
- My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue is stuck to my palate; yea, you have brought me to the dust of death.
- Dogs encompass me; the congregation of the wicked encircle me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
- I can count all my bones. They gaze and stare at me.
- They divided my clothes among them and cast lots for my garment.
- But you, O Lord, do not be far off! O my Help, come quickly to my aid!
Beth D.
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