Hey all you people. So. One night, I couldn't sleep and I was listening to Casting Crowns "East to West," so I grabbed my laptop and wrote this. And 1 in the morning.
I admit, I took a little bit of artistic license here, but I stayed true to the actual story and what had happened. And for those of you who don't speak Greek or Hebrew (haha) "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani" means My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" And "Abba" is the most personal name a child can call their father. It's like saying 'daddy' only more intimate I guess.
So yeah... this story was inspired... like my other Teen Titan one.
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?!"
He had never been so terrified in his entire life. "Abba..." He whimpered as tears rolled down his cheeks and the Roman soldiers laughed and mocked his suffering.
His worst fear had been realized. And it was to be separated from his Father. His God. It wasn't the fact that twelve inch nails were unnaturally protruding from his hands and feet. It wasn't that his back was torn to shreds by the very men He loved with all of his Heart. Or that those same men stripped him of his beard, his clothing, and all dignity He had. He could care less that four inch thorns were pressed into his skull in cruel attempt to mock his proclamation saying He was King of the Jews. It wasn't that his perfect and sinless nature had been marred by all the wicked sins of his children that had died, lived, and were yet to be born. It was that his Father was no longer with him.
Though every one of these things He did out of love. The purest love anyone could ever begin to fathom. He chose this in order to save the ones He loved. This was the only way for him to be with them forever.
He looked to the sky, struggling and fighting for every breath He took. "Eli... Abba... lama sabachthani?" The words weakly came from his lips in the quietest of whispers.
His whole life He had been one with his Father. Everything He did, everything He said, everything He ever thought, it always had his Father at the forefront. All that He did, He did to please his Father. But now, He was completely cut off and separated from the one who sent him.
God is pure. God is holy. God is righteousness.
His son had been covered in filth. He was covered in sin. He was covered in evil.
Because of this, God could no longer look upon his son or be with him.
He wept bitterly in his separation. His lower lip quivered as He looked back up towards Heaven. It had to be this way. He had to die in this cruel, painful, unjust way. It was for them.
His eyes wandered to the ground and looked on every face He saw. This was for them. Every drop of blood that dripped from his hands. It was for them.
Every punch He endured from the guards was for them.
Every lash from the torturer's whip, He gladly accepted for those He loved.
Every bruise, every cut, every insult. It was all for them.
Bloodshot eyes took one last look at the women mourning at his feet before looking back towards the clouds. It was the last thing He saw before He cried out in a loud and agonized voice.
It was then that his Heart exploded inside his chest, and the innocent man breathed his last.
His whole body became limp and motionless as it hung there on the tree.
The earth shook and split open.
The humble, beautiful, perfect King Jesus died for you and me.