Daily Devotions - A Few Moments With God
Friday, March 29, 2002

And about three o'clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, "Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?" that is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
(Matthew 27.46 NRSV)


Harold Walters was to play the part of Christ in the Bloomington, Illinois production of the Passion Play. Persons from hundreds of miles away travel to Bloomington to see the Passion Play each year. Harold Walters went to the doctor. Harold is suffering from tuberculosis. After the examination his doctor warned him, "If you go through with it, it may cost you your life." Harold sat there too stunned to say anything. The doctor continued, "You should go to bed at once to prevent any more hemorrhages." The doctor told him he should take his illness seriously and go to a warm climate. "Can't take chances with tuberculosis," the doctor said as Harold left his office. Harold thought long and hard over the doctor's words. He realized that if he was unable to perform his role, the Passion Play would have to be canceled and people would be disappointed.

"Why is this happening to me?" Harold pondered over and over again. He wondered if his illness was God's way of telling him he should not be in the play. Then he thought of previous performances and his many hours where he lived as Christ. "I had poured my whole being into the part," Harold explains. "I had tried to think and act like He would." Then he asked himself what would Jesus do in his situation?

After much thought Harold decided to perform that night against his doctor's orders but agreed that after the play was over he would go to the southwest to recover. At that night's performance Harold had difficulty getting through his scenes. Between scenes he would lie down to rest. A stage hand asked him if he could continue. Harold wondered that same thing. His lines took on new meaning as he was near collapse when he said, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" "I had to forget myself, my pain, my fears, everything but being Jesus," he recalled. Once he was able to do this he received strength far beyond his own strength. The pain he was experiencing left his chest. His voice became stronger. "Strength poured into my arms and legs," he said.

"God had poured His strength into me," Harold explains. "For those sublime moments His divine Spirit had been in me."


Lord Jesus, your strength is awesome. Thank you for bearing my sins in your cross. Amen.

Ron Newhouse

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