By His Stripes

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is calling Elijah.” And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.” And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.


  1. Rod says:

    I wish you could have been with us today at First Baptist WDC – it was positively the most somber, dark and troubling service I have ever attended there – IT WAS GREAT! FBC is a big old stone cave of a building to begin with, but with the gray day, it was amost pitch black inside, the only light being at the front edge of the chancel. Sterling erected a screen and projected scene after scene of medievel and renaissance depictions the Crucifixtion. And at the end, the sounds of a hammer stiking nails – it was terrifying.

    The BEST God’s Friday service I have ever attended.