Matthew 27:45-50 From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. About three o’clock, Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eli, eli, lema sabachthani?”, which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” When some of the people standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling for Elijah.” So one of the men ran off at once, took a sponge, and soaked it in some sour wine. Then he put it on a stick and offered Jesus a drink. But the others kept saying, “Wait! Let’s see if Elijah will come and save him.” Then Jesus cried out with a loud voice again and died.
Jesus had drawn a crowd, like the latest reality show, with every watching every detail. They wanted to be wowed by something they saw first hand. After all, they had missed the supposed miracles, and this man wasn't saying much for an itinerant preacher. What would they see? What would they hear?
In this spectator sport there was no thrill, unless you are looking not at Him as the one having a need, but you. It makes all the difference in the world.
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