Have earth or heaven ever witnessed a more sorrowful scene? Our Lord, in both soul and body, felt as weak as water poured out. Placing the cross shook Him violently, straining every ligament and nerve, and dislocating His bones. The weight of it all bore down on Him, increasing the pain with every passing moment of those six long hours.

He was overwhelmed by faintness and weakness, feeling like He was nothing but misery and illness. Daniel describes his own vision by saying, "There remained no strength in me, for my vigor was turned into corruption, and I retained no strength." How much more must our greater Prophet have suffered when He witnessed and felt the wrath of God? Such sensations would have been unbearable for us, but for Him, there was no escape. He was conscious, felt every wound, and tasted every bitter drop.

"O King of Grief! How strange, yet true, that this title belongs to You alone. O King of Wounds, how shall I grieve for You, Who bears all grief on my behalf!" As we kneel before our Savior's throne, remember the path He paved to God's presence. Let's share in His cup, finding strength for our own trials. Just as every part of His body suffered, so must we. But as His body emerged unscathed to glory, so too will His church rise from the fire without harm.