PSALMS 22
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1 (To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David.) My El, my El, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

"Messiah the Prince," or High Priest, was "cut off," or covenanted, as the Spirit had revealed to Daniel. But before he died, he cried with a loud voice, in the words of Psal. 22:1, saying,

Aili, Aili, "My strength, my strength, why hast thou forsaken me!"

Before he had uttered this exclamation, the Holy Spirit, which had descended upon him from the Habitation of Light and Power, in the form of a dove, and rested upon him, from the time of his immersion in the Jordan, had been withdrawn. The Father-Spirit had evacuated the son of David's daughter, who is styled in the Songs of Zion,

"the Handmaid of Yahweh" (Psal. 116:16).

The Son was, therefore, left without strength or power, and consequently without God. Still he was suspended to the tree a living man; a man crucified through weakness (2 Cor. 13:4), and dying of his own volition in obedience to God.

But after the God-Power had forsaken him, and before he committed his life to the Father in breathing his last, there was an interval in which, after the example of Abraham at the typical confirmation of the covenant,

"a horror of great darkness fell upon him" (Gen. 15:12);

"for there was darkness over all the land until the ninth hour."

In this darkness he cried aloud; and drank the bitterness of gall and vinegar; and again cried with a loud voice; and the deep sleep fell upon him from which he did not awake until the early dawn of the third day.

In this death-state the Son of David was prevailed against by the Little Horn of Daniel's Fourth Beast; and a prisoner of captivity. In this crisis he was neither God nor Spirit but as testified concerning him in Psa. 22:6,

"A worm and no man;"

poured out like water; bones all out of joint; heart like wax, melted in the midst of the bowels; strength dried up like a potsherd; tongue cleaving to the jaws; lying in the dust of death (verse 14, 15). But things were only to remain thus for a short space.

Eureka 1.2.



19 But be not thou far from me, O Yahweh: O my strength, haste thee to help me.

With God's help we can do wonders. We can surprise ourselves. We can surprise everyone.

Without God's help we can do absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing. We may APPEAR to be doing something on our own. We may appear to be conquering worlds, advancing frontiers, controlling millions, accumulating hoards -- but it is all vain and empty: merely a false gilding of the brief path to the grave.

How soon it is all over! -- and another corrupting corpse is hastily buried with hollow pomp and circumstance. But with God's help every simple, humble step of day-to-day life is being chiseled into eternal rock: stepping-stones ever upward to everlasting joy and usefulness and life, and glorious divine companionship.

Bro Growcott - Search Me O God