Growing up in the southern United States, I've always heard that Jesus suffered the wrath of God on the cross. Reading the Gospels it seems more obvious that Jesus suffered from the wrath of the human race (see essay for Scripture references). It was not the Father's anger or the Holy Spirit's that was poured out on Jesus; it was ours. We rejected him, cursed him, beat him and brutally murdered him. Either the Father, Son and Spirit were caught off guard by our horrific response to Jesus, or our bitter rejection of Jesus was clearly anticipated and deliberately used as the way of reconciliation.
What sin could be more heinous than hating—and then murdering—God, and what reconciliation could be more beautiful and personal and real than the Lord willingly submitting Himself to suffer our wrath, thereby actually meeting us—the real broken us—in our foul darkness?
It is astonishing indeed that the Father’s Son became what we are, and it is even more stunning that we rejected and abused and crucified him. But is it not more stunning still, that Jesus willingly accepted and endured it all, when one word would have unleashed legions of angels to his defense? Such is the astounding love of the Father, Son and Spirit for their lost and pitiful creatures.
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