One the Sixth Hour (Noon) the sun went black. He had hung on the cross for three hours. Alone. Lonely. His mother, John and Mary stood at his feet; all others had run in fear. He grew weaker with each agonizing breath. His legs trembling, his ankles on fire with pain, His shoulders dislocated, His face barely recognizable as a man. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He cries. The sin He bore on our behalf caused God to turn His face from His Son. Jesus was alone.
His limp body was lowered from the cross and into his mother’s loving arms. He was wrapped and laid in a borrowed tomb, a stone rolled in front to prevent his body from being moved. “It was finished.”
Jesus’ followers, his mother and loved ones went into hiding, consumed with grief and questions. His promise to return seemed impossible, to all except possibly his mother. It was still Friday—but Sunday would soon come. Until then the world holds its breath…
Please take a minute to watch the Music video below: Carry My Cross, by Third Day. Some of the scenes are graphic, but our Savior's death was graphic.