WOMAN WEEPS BENEATH A CROSS. Fallen! Fallen is beautiful and lovely Eve. Her design marred and now a dwelling place of unclean things. Her sorrows multiply in childbirth and all her children drink the wine of her idolatry. Their sins reach to the heavens and none are found righteous—not one! All her children fall. . . yet, not all, for there is One. . . one of her offspring does not fall; A son of Eve, a son of David, the Son of GOD. Oh Garden of Eden, Garden of Gethsemane, here He wept for your children.

The image of the invisible GOD, the firstborn over all creation, the Creator of all things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; by whom all things were created and for whom all things were created, and by whom all things hold together now hangs suspended above the earth—GOD—broken, bleeding, crushed, smeared and covered with our sin.

Demons dance, women weep, disciples run. GOD—perfect, holy, altogether lovely, magnificent, majestic, and profoundly terrible and awesome, once existing in inextricable unity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit suddenly, inconceivably, unbelievably . . . rip apart! With unimaginable and excruciating pain, the Father must turn from His Son. The cries of both Father and Son pierce and reverberate through the universe, “My God! My God! Why have You forsaken Me?” Out of His immense love for man, for woman, the eternal oneness of GOD wrenches apart, splitting the very core of the eternal GOD-HEAD!

Demons dance, screaming their apparent victory! Man’s sin does its work, and the perfectly righteous, perfectly pure and beautiful Son, the Darling of heaven takes upon Himself all the corruption, abuse, pain, sorrow, crime, idolatries, and adulteries of the entire world. The Godhead—ruptured, hemorrhaging, flowing down, over, covering, cleansing, washing, clean, pure, holy!

Woman lifts His broken body and washes it with her tears. With linen cloths, ointment, and spices she anoints it for burial. Here all her sins are laid to rest, buried within the tomb. Though Eve plunged the earth into darkness and pain and sorrow, through her was promised a Redeemer whose foot would bruise the serpent’s head. Woman bows before The Lord—our pure Righteousness.

Night falls. Never so dark a night. . . never so hopeless a day. . . and night. . . and day. . . and night until. . .  a line of light faintly appears upon a perceived horizon. It grows. . . slowly it widens and fingers of light gradually rise to pierce the gloom. Brighter and brighter it becomes until the very burning core lifts above the horizon and bursts upon the earth in resplendent brilliance! Through blackest darkness a line awakens upon a cosmic screen and the heart, deathly still, now lurches to life. It is the beginning, the word of promise fleshed out and rising as the Light of life. In Him is life and that life is the light of men. The light shines in darkness and the darkness cannot overcome it! In a dimension of unapproachable light, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit fuse again and for all eternity. Angels rejoice. Demons flee. Heaven Receives! Yet. . . a mystery. . . fully God in all His blazing beauty and brightness. Yet the scars. . . the eternal scars upon His hands and feet and side. . . her name, his name carved in the palms of His hands forever. He will never, in all eternity,  forget them. . .  ever!