Mark: Calvary

Sermon by Derek Thomas on April 9, 2006

Mark 15:33-41

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The Lord’s Day Evening

April 9, 2006

Mark 15:33-41

“Calvary”

Dr. Derek W. H. Thomas

We come once again to Mark’s Gospel, and we’re in chapter
15, beginning this evening to read at verse 33, and we’ll be reading through to
the end of the chapter. Before we do so, let’s once again come before God in
prayer.

O Lord our God, we humble ourselves in Your
presence. We are to remind ourselves that we are unworthy even of the least of
Your mercies. We come now to read the Scriptures together, words written by men
but words of God. We thank You, Lord, for the Bible. We thank You for its
infallible, inerrant record. We bless You that everything that we need to know
in order to salvation is written down in this book. Oh, cause us to love Your
word, and to love it more and more. Help us now to read, mark, learn, and
inwardly digest for the sake of Your Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Hear now the word of God:

“When the sixth hour came, darkness fell over the whole land until
the ninth hour. At the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, ‘Eloi, Eloi,
lama sabachthani?’ which is translated, ‘My God, My God, why have You forsaken
Me?’ When some of the bystanders heard it, they began saying, ‘Behold, He is
calling for Elijah.’ Someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a
reed, and gave Him a drink, saying, ‘Let us see whether Elijah will come to take
Him down’ And Jesus uttered a loud cry, and breathed His last. And the veil of
the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. When the centurion, who was
standing right in front of Him, saw the way He breathed His last, he said,
‘Truly this man was the Son of God!’ There were also some women looking on from
a distance, among whom were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the
Less and Joses, and Salome. When He was in Galilee, they used to follow Him and
minister to Him; and there were many other women who came up with Him to
Jerusalem.

“When evening had already come, because it was the Preparation Day,
that is, the day before the Sabbath, Joseph of Arimathea came, a prominent
member of the Council, a man who himself was waiting for the kingdom of God; and
he gathered up courage and went in before Pilate, and asked for the body of
Jesus. Pilate wondered if He was dead by this time, and summoning the centurion,
he questioned him as to whether He was already dead. And ascertaining this from
the centurion, he granted the body to Joseph. Joseph bought a linen cloth, took
Him down, wrapped Him in the linen cloth, and laid Him in a tomb which had been
hewn out in the rock; and he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb.
Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses were looking on to see where He was
laid.”

Amen. And may God once again add His blessing to the
reading of His word.

The symbol of Christianity is not a fish. It’s not a
hammer; it’s not a carpenter’s chisel; but it’s a cross, an instrument of
torture and execution. Some who are executed this way took up to three days to
die. And here as we view tonight in the Bible this account of the death of our
Lord, it is a dark and mysterious place. Here atonement is won. Here
propitiation is made. Here, on this cross, Christ is forsaken utterly by His
Father in heaven, and He is heard to utter those words, “Eloi, Eloi, lama
sabachthani” — “My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” Whatever those words
actually mean, Joel Nederhood has said that the question that Jesus asks from
the cross is unanswered because the subject is too sacred for our ears. We
couldn’t comprehend it.

And Jesus now has been hanging on this cross for
three hours, from nine in the morning until mid-day. The crowds who had taunted
Him and shouted their insults and mocked Him have disappeared now — just one
more body dying on a cross, and their curiosity has been satisfied.

And several things now occur, the first of which
is that there is darkness at mid-day.
At Jesus’ birth there was brightness
at midnight, and at Jesus’ death there is darkness at mid-day. It is as though
the sun is ashamed to look on Him, refusing to give its warmth to the Son of
Man, hiding its face from Jesus.

The darkness is meant to remind us of perhaps
several things
: the darkness of the chaos before the creation of the sun in
those early moments of accounts of creation in Genesis 1; and, more
particularly, the ninth plague of Egypt (before that final plague where the
angel of death passes over Egypt and slays the firstborn in the homes of those
Egyptians). And in the ninth plague, there is a darkness that befalls the land
of Egypt, you remember, for three days. Another Passover is about to take place,
you understand. Christ our Passover is being slain for us, and the darkness
precedes it.

And perhaps even more poignantly, the words in the
closing chapters of Amos, when Amos says, “In that day I will make the sun to go
down at noon, and darken the earth in broad daylight.” And Amos perhaps is
referring to the Day of Judgment itself at the end of the age, but I can’t help
but think that devout Jews, and you and I tonight, as we now look back on the
other side of Calvary to these words in Amos and see not a little of a
prediction of some momentous, earth-shattering, event that causes the light of
the sun to go out at mid-day.

Was this an eclipse? No. Not for three hours. God
did this. The hand of God did this. It was a miracle, as though God placed His
hand over the sun and said ‘You will not shine on My Son.’ God did that to
signal the exodus that is taking place, to signal that the angel of death is
abroad visiting the sins of God’s people and bringing now judgment to bear;
passing over His people and landing, as it were, on the Passover Lamb, whose
blood is now shed and trickling down His face and hands and feet, and dropping
to the ground below. Christ our Passover is slain for us.

“Alas, and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

“Well might the sun in darkness
hide

And shut its glories in,

And God, the mighty Maker died

For His own creatures’ sin.”

But then in the second place, not only the
darkness at mid-day, but the cry of dereliction that comes from the cross.

There has been silence and darkness for three hours. And now, at three o’clock
in the afternoon, the words of the Twenty-second Psalm, “My God, My God, why
have You forsaken Me?” Some thought because the Aramaic sounds — “Eloi, Eloi”
sounds like “Elijah” — and there was, of course, the expectancy (and still is,
amongst the Jews) of the closing verses of the Book of Malachi, that Elijah
would come back — the empty seat at Passover.

Some thought that perhaps He was calling for Elijah,
and they take a sour drink of something resembling vinegar – not to give Him
relief, you understand, but to awaken Him that He might feel the pain all the
more. And He takes it – not the soporific drink offered Him before His execution
which He did not drink.

There’s nothing to guide us here into what these
words mean. Nothing in our own experience comes even remotely close to this,
these levels at which we can try now to unravel perhaps some of the mysteries of
what Jesus means and intends by these words, “My God, My God, why have You
forsaken Me?”

He is the God-man. He is a Son in an eternal sense.
There never was a time when the Son was not. He has this altogether unique
relationship to His Father in heaven. He is equal with Him as far as essence is
concerned: as much God as the Father is God, as much God as the Holy Spirit is
God; and yet, distinct from the Father, and distinct from the Holy Spirit; that
within this one God there is this differentiation — the Father begets the Son,
and the Son is begotten of the Father — and there is a consciousness on the part
of Jesus the incarnate Son that He has a divine consciousness. He bears this
unique relationship to His Father in heaven.

He is human, too. He became human. He took human
flesh and blood and a human soul, and throughout His life He is conscious not
only that He is human, but conscious also that He is divine. He could say things
like, “I and My Father are one.” He could say things like, “Before Abraham was,
I am.” And in citing Psalm 22, using the words, “My God, My God…” not “My
Father, My Father,” He seems to be saying that He has been robbed now of the
consciousness of His divine nature, His native sonship; that He can no longer
appeal to that unique relationship that He bore in fellowship and communion with
His Father. He cannot say now, “Abba.” And it suggests that at last the veil of
sin — imputed sin, our sin — has caused the light of the countenance of His
Father’s smile upon Him to be obliterated. It’s not that He doubted His Father’s
love; it’s that He is not aware of it. He’s not conscious of it. He’s not
conscious that His Father is there to help Him. He is not assured of a
victorious outcome to this event.

We need to be careful as we tread on holy ground,
because this does not mean that the Father wasn’t there helping Him, supplying
the Spirit in mysterious and imponderable and unfathomable ways to support Him
in this overwhelming flood. It is by the Spirit that He offered Himself without
spot to God.

But Jesus does not draw…He does not seem to draw
any help from it. In His consciousness, He seems to be unaware of it, as clouds
have descended in His soul and obscured the light of His Father’s face.

And we push it a little further, because this is
more than just an expression of the way Jesus feels. There is a deliberateness
in the citing of Psalm 22.
There is reality here. He is experiencing the
abandonment of God in the crux of His soul. Not only is He suffering in His
body, He is suffering in His soul.

As Calvin points out, if Christ had only died a
bodily death, it would have been ineffectual. Unless His soul shared in the
punishment He would have been the Redeemer of bodies alone. There is mystery
here – impenetrable mystery. In the divine human Jesus there is only a
consciousness now of abandonment, as though He has been cast out; as though in
His soul He is outside of the embrace of covenant love and reassurance. He’s in
the place of weeping and of gnashing of teeth. He’s under the anathema of the
covenant. He is descending into hell, at least in Calvin’s sense of it, that He
is experiencing the unmitigated wrath of God…not just the wrath of God, not
just the wrath of God that Paul speaks of in Romans 1…that’s a mitigated
wrath. We will never experience the kind of wrath that Jesus is experiencing
here. This is total. This is all that there is to the wrath of God. He is in the
place of the wicked damned, and His Father isn’t there to wipe away the tears —
even as His Father longed to do so.

Only substitution is a big enough word
to begin to unravel what is happening here. He has “become sin for us, who knew
no sin, that we might be reckoned the righteousness of God in Him.”

Mark doesn’t tell us the three other things that
were said by Jesus: now in quick succession: the words “I thirst”; the words “It
is finished”; and those beautiful, beautiful words “Father, into Your hands I
commit My spirit.”

But then there is something else. As in — it’s
almost a euphemism, isn’t it? — “…and He breathed His last.”
That body
slumped upon that cross, unable any longer to lift itself up to draw air into
those lungs, He breathes His last, not in some passive subjection to unrelenting
fate, but an act of obedience on the part of Jesus. He gives up His life; He
breathes His last, and offers Himself on that cross, and dies. He is dead. He is
dead.

And there is the sound of fabric tearing in the
temple on the holy mount in Jerusalem, as Passover, with thousands of worshipers
in attendance….
There were two curtains in the temple. There was one
before the Court of Israel, sometimes called the Holy Place, and there was one
for the Holy of Holies itself. The Holy of Holies was thirty feet square, ten
yards square, and into it the high priest would enter once at year at this time
during Passover. I suppose we would all like to know which curtain it was, and
Mark doesn’t tell us. We have no help here from the language that Mark uses for
curtain, because the same word was used for both of them.

There is an argument in favor of the outer
curtain
, because the outer curtain was the curtain that separated everybody
from the Holy Place where the great furniture and paraphernalia of the temple
was situated. And perhaps it was that curtain — visible, of course, to all the
people in that outer court with that great altar. And now at three o’clock this
temple rends apart, and for the first time in their lives they can see into the
Holy Place, and they can see now the Table of Showbread, and the lampstand and
the altar of incense, and the other curtain in the distance, against the room’s
back wall, that guarded the way into the most holy place of all. And horrified
priests standing frozen like statues at this extraordinary event…and that
gloomy temple now lit by light for the first time.

Or perhaps it was the other curtain, the inner
curtain
— the curtain that separated the Holy Place from the Most Holy
Place, where God Himself and the Shekinah glory itself was manifested. And only
the high priest could go in…twice on that one day…once for himself, once on
behalf of the people, with the blood of sacrifice of Passover lambs.

It seems to be that curtain, that inner curtain,
that the Book of Hebrews seems to dwell on the most as the most significant. I
rather think it is that one, but you may have a different opinion. Whichever
curtain it is, one thing is absolutely certain. It spells an end, you see, to
the ceremonial law; it spells an end to all of the ritual of sacrifice; it
spells an end to all those bloody sacrifices offered again and again and again;
the end of separation between Jew and Gentile. That middle wall of partition has
been abolished.

“Not all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain

Could give the guilty conscience
peace,

Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they.

My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine,

While like a penitent I stand

And there confess my sin.”

And then something else. At the foot of the cross
there stands a Roman soldier, a centurion, utterly amazed by what he has seen
for the last six hours.
He’s standing, Mark says, right in front of Jesus.
What would we have expected a Roman response to be? Yet another religious loony,
yet another Jewish maniac who acquired a following for a season and then gets
his comeuppance? Many thought that.

He would have been in charge of a group of soldiers,
you understand, who had been given the task of executing these three men,
including Jesus. He stands at the foot of the cross, and he says, “Surely this
was the Son of God.”

We must be careful, I suppose, not to be carried
away by these words, because for a Roman soldier the term “Son of God” would
have had a different meaning from its meaning amongst the Jews. Perhaps for a
Roman soldier it meant no more than that the gods shone upon this man; and yet,
perhaps the death of Jesus touched him in an extraordinary fashion.

He had been in Jerusalem, you see, and probably been
there for some time and had heard all kinds of stories about Jesus, and perhaps
had even heard Him on occasions, and even watched Him. His men would have
reported to him what had happened in the preceding hours — how, you remember,
they had stripped Him of His garments, and they had put a purple robe on Him and
a crown of thorns pressed down upon His head, and a reed in His hand. And they
mocked Him, and some went up and spat in His face. And how they had marched Him,
carrying that beam, through the streets of the Via Dolorosa towards Calvary; how
they had conscripted a man to help Him carry that beam. And then he’d been there
when they had removed Jesus’ clothing, and they nailed Him with hammers and
nails, His hands and feet, to that cross, and as He hung there naked before the
world. And he says now, “Truly this was the Son of God.”

Waves of sound had cascaded all around the cross.
He’d heard them – some of his own men joining in the taunts of Jesus to come
down…the Jewish authorities, the priests mocking Him. And he couldn’t take his
eyes off this man — dead now, hanging there on the cross — transfixed by what he
had seen and heard, and saying, “Truly this was the Son of God.”

Do you know what this man had heard from the lips
of this one crucified on the cross? Do you know what the centurion had heard?
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
He heard some of the
sweetest things being said — to take care of His mother, and, finally, after
hours of silence, this incredible cry of dereliction – not in anger, but in
faith, as He cites the words of a psalm.

But it was the way He died, Mark seems to say to
us; it was the way He died.
It was how He died; it was the fact that when
the centurion who was standing right in front of Him saw the way He breathed His
last — as though Jesus took hold of death and pronounced His victory and triumph
over it, and breathed His last as an act of willful obedience on His part. He’d
never seen that before. Surely this was the Son of God.

He’d never seen Christ raise the dead; he hadn’t
been there when Jesus had preached that extraordinary sermon on the mount; he
hadn’t seen Jesus walking on the waters of the Sea of Galilee; he hadn’t seen
those multitudes being fed with a few loaves and fishes being multiplied over
and over and over; all he had seen was this bloodied corpse, and the way that He
had died.

Surely this was the Son of God. Surely this was the
Son of God. It’s as though the centurion was saying that in all the splendors of
Rome, and all the glory that he had witnessed in Roman emperors on great days of
celebration and victory, and all of the pomp of Rome, in all the travels that he
had engaged in as a career soldier (it’s said you could ride a horse for six
months and still be within the Roman Empire)…but he had never seen anything
like this. Surely this was the Son of God.

“When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory
died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my
pride.”

And because of the hour, and because it is a high
day and the Sabbath is beginning, there is a man (actually there are two, but
Mark only mentions one here), Joseph of Arimathea, in an act of extraordinary
courage — and Mark seems to want us to see the act of courage that it was,
because he “summoned up his courage” to ask Pontius Pilate for the body of
Jesus, to bury Him…to bury Him.

He is on the Lord’s side, do you see? That’s what
Mark wants us to see. This man, Joseph of Arimathea, in this moment of absolute
darkness, with all the hopes and dreams that had been placed in Jesus of
Nazareth, and He’s dead now…and Joseph says ‘I’m on the Lord’s side. I don’t
care what happens; I don’t care what the consequences may be.’ He summons up the
courage, and he goes to Pontius Pilate and he asks for His body, and He’s
buried.

And Mark is giving you…through all the little
clues, saying ‘Come back next week…’ because he’s saying there are women
there, and they note the place where He was laid. They’re not going to go to the
wrong tomb. They note the place where He was laid.

I wonder tonight if all of you, every single one of
you can say from the depths of your soul, “Surely this was the Son of God. He
died for me. He died for my sin and my guilt, and my shame.”

Let’s pray.

Father, we stand all amazed in the presence of
Jesus the Nazarene. We thank You, Lord, for this extraordinary act of love on
Your behalf: that You would give Your own Son; that You would abandon Your own
Son; that You would pour all of that wrath upon Your own Son for us. Help us to
take it in. For Jesus’ sake. Amen.

Please stand and receive the Lord’s
benediction.

Grace, mercy, and peace from God our Father and
the Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.

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