For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son… – Romans 5:10
Consider the circumstances which attended (Christ’s) death. It was no common death He died; it was a death of ignominy, for He was put to death by a legal slaughter; it was a death of unutterable pain, for He was crucified; and what more painful fate than to die nailed to a cross? It was a long protracted death, for He hung for hours, with only His hands and His feet pierced-parts which are far away from the seat of life, but in which are situated the most tender nerves, full of sensibility. He suffered a death which for its circumstances still remain unparalleled. It was no speedy blow which crushed the life out of the body, and ended it; but it was a lingering, long, and doleful death, attended with no comforts and no sympathy, but surrounded with scorn and contempt. Picture Him! They have hurled Him on His back; they have driven nails through His hands and His feet; they have lifted Him up. See! They have dashed the cross into its place. It is fixed. And now behold Him! Mark His eyes, all full of tears; behold His head, hanging on His breast. Ah! mark Him, He seems all silently to say, “I am poured out like water; all My bones are out of joint; I am brought into the dust of death.” Hear Him, when He groans, “I thirst.” Above all, listen to Him, whilst He cries, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” My words cannot picture Him; my thoughts fail to express it…Yet I beseech you regard the Royal Sufferer. See Him, with the eye of your faith, hanging on the bloody tree. Hear Him cry, before He dies, “It is finished!”
“See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?”
~ C.H. Spurgeon