The Eloi

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

— Matthew 27:46

The Lord hides nothing that can be revealed, and will not warn away the foot that treads in naked humility even upon the ground of that terrible conflict between him and Evil, when the smoke of the battle rose up between him and his Father, and for one terrible moment ere he broke the bonds of life and walked weary and triumphant into his arms, hid God from the eyes of his Son. He will give us even to meditate the one thought that slew him at last, when he could bear no more, and fled to the Father to know that he loved him, and was well-pleased with him. The Lord hides not his sacred sufferings, for truth is light, and would be light in the minds of men. Let us then put off our shoes, and draw near, and bow the head, and kiss those feet that bear forever the scars of our victory.

It is with the holiest fear that we should approach the terrible fact of the sufferings of our Lord. Let no one think that those were less because he was more.  These sufferings were awful indeed when they began to invade the region about the will; when the struggle to keep consciously trusting in God began to sink in darkness; when his will put forth its last determined effort in that cry after the vanishing vision of the Father: My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Never before had he been unable to see God beside him. Yet never was God nearer to him than now. He could not see, could not feel him near, and yet it is “My God” that he cries.