Undoubtedly the most severe and trying period of the sojourn of Jesus here on earth was that period known as His Passion. From His praying alone in Gethsemane, then through His trial and on to when He gave up the ghost on the cross had to be the most awful suffering this world has ever witnessed. Mel Gibson’s movie, The Passion of The Christ, did a masterful job of demonstrating just what Christ suffered, as is witnessed by its stunning effect and its acceptance among the masses. But even that movie could not adequately portray the depths of His suffering. We are surely all aware that Jesus went to the cross alone as no man shared his suffering, not even the thieves hanging on either side of Him.

            From that cross, and, I believe, while looking to the heavens, He cried out, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” If this were only a cry of despair, it alone would signify great suffering, but this cry was much more than that; it was an exercise of faith, of refusing to yield to the seeming hopelessness of His present situation. He was quoting David’s prophetic cry of despair which is recorded in the Psalm 22, verse one. He, the son of God, the Christ, the promised Messiah, was living by faith just as you and I must if we are to make heaven our eternal abode. He had come to His trial, and then to the cross from the Garden of Gethsemane where He had prayed, “If it be possible let this cup pass from me.” While He prayed his disciples snoozed, completely unaware of what was coming down, even though He had done all that was possible to make them aware of what He was to suffer, and why.

            An American flyer, who was captured and kept prisoner in the Hanoi Hilton, suffered the most severe physical torture that his captors could inflict on him, yet he said the worst torture of all was when they stuck him in solitary confinement and left him: alone.

            Now Jesus hangs on that cruel cross alone; totally alone. What was the depth of His aloneness? Not one single person, not his disciples, His closest friends, not even His relatives had the vaguest idea of what He was doing or why He was doing it. He was dying for mankind but none of them really believed in Him. Yet it was not just that they didn’t believe in Him, but that they didn’t even understand what it was that they didn’t believe. And so he cries, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” He had come unto His own and they would not receive Him. And so He died alone, with a broken heart.