Psalm 22

When was the last time you looked at the cross?

Not merely a passing glance at the cross - but a really good, long look.

Where did you last look at the cross?

Was it a beautiful, shiny, golden cross - worn as jewellery?

Or perhaps it was a skillfully crafted wooden one - that had been planed, sanded and varnished - hanging in a church building somewhere.

Or maybe it was a depiction in a children’s illustrated Bible.

Do any of these images really convey to us, the full extent of what it cost Jesus, when he hung on the cross for us?

This Psalm was written hundreds of years before the crucifixion of Jesus, which makes the descriptive details all the more amazing.

How did the Psalmist know what was going to happen?

This can only have been the inspiration of our almighty God, who had everything planned, so well in advance.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, but I find no rest.

Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the one Israel praises.
In you our ancestors put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
To you they cried out and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by everyone, despised by the people.
All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads.
‘He trusts in the Lord,’ they say,
‘let the Lord rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him.’

Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast.
From birth I was cast on you;
from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.

Many bulls surround me;
strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
Roaring lions that tear their prey
open their mouths wide against me.
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart has turned to wax;
it has melted within me.
My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;
you lay me in the dust of death.

Dogs surround me,
a pack of villains encircles me;
they pierce my hands and my feet.
All my bones are on display;
people stare and gloat over me.
They divide my clothes among them
and cast lots for my garment.

But you, Lord, do not be far from me.
You are my strength; come quickly to help me.
Deliver me from the sword,
my precious life from the power of the dogs.
Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;
save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

I will declare your name to my people;
in the assembly I will praise you.
You who fear the Lord, praise him!
All you descendants of Jacob, honour him!
Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
For he has not despised or scorned
the suffering of the afflicted one;
he has not hidden his face from him
but has listened to his cry for help.

From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;
before those who fear you I will fulfil my vows.
The poor will eat and be satisfied;
those who seek the Lord will praise him –
may your hearts live for ever!

All the ends of the earth
will remember and turn to the Lord,
and all the families of the nations
will bow down before him,
for dominion belongs to the Lord
and he rules over the nations.

All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;
all who go down to the dust will kneel before him –
those who cannot keep themselves alive.
Posterity will serve him;
future generations will be told about the Lord.
They will proclaim his righteousness,
declaring to a people yet unborn:
He has done it!

Psalm 22 (NIV)

This descriptive Psalm deserves to be read and meditated upon.

Let’s look for all the references to Jesus on the cross - and let’s allow the truth to sink in:

Jesus died for us.

Let’s turn the words into a prayer of praise - thanking Jesus for everything he endured for us.

And why not end by declaring the very last four words:

He has done it!

These words that echo exactly what Jesus said himself on the cross - as recorded in John’s gospel:

It is finished.

John 19:30 (NIV)
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