Now that I have your interest, I trust I will have your undivided attention.
A person without questions is a fool. Questions prove a healthy mind, albeit some have nefarious intentions with their questions.
When God asks a question however, my spiritual antennae is on high alert. The very first question recorded in the existence of man came from God Himself: ‘Adam, where are you?’ A fair question, but not one asked because God did not know where Adam was.
Adam was hiding as it were, the fellowship with God was broken, as that great gulf SIN was eternally set. ‘Adam, where are you, in relation to me?’ Indeed an excellent question, as all questions from God are probing to the joints and marrow. His questions go to places where there is no hiding.
So too, a friend once wrote, we all share in Adam’s blight, for ‘we all hid our faces as it were.’ Yes, a true indictment on the history of the human heart, for run we may, but we cannot hide. Where are you?’ God’s question etched in time, but more importantly like a bee sting, that brings an instant recognition of something unusual.
Bee stings are temporary and soon forgotten, but God’s stinging questions linger and linger, and well they should.
There is a wonderful question that has had little attention by way of the depth of the answer, and once more this question was asked by God Himself.
The Lord was always about His fathers’ business, unlike myself. The Lord always did those things which pleased His father, unlike myself. The Lord’s meat was to do the will of his father and finish His work, unlike myself. The Lord’s daily bread was the word of God, unlike myself. The Lord forgave without a cause, unlike myself. The Lord was master of silence, unlike myself.
The Lord knew perfectly how to answer the sinner, the proud, the religious, and the fool, unlike myself. He was and is the perfect man, unlike myself.
It therefore is in this context that His question is extremely significant, with the question and the answer having monumental and everlasting worth.
When the Lord Jesus offered up Himself as a sacrifice for sin, being the only truly fit man who lived, and who had no blemish within or without, who as the Lamb of God would not only take away sin, but more importantly, get this: He was made sin, it was then and there that He asked THIS question: ‘My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?’ Pause, reflect, and consider the ramification of this question, this question that is the most incriminating of the human race.
This question has its brother ‘Adam where art thou?’ for these two are impossibly yoked. Yes, the Lord asked this, NOT because he did not know, but even in death, his meat would be the word of God! Does this not bring weeping to your soul?
Why hast thou forsaken me, was a quotation from the Psalms, a reference that any godly Jew would know. And the answer to this puzzling question, as if asked by a man who deserved such a death, was that ‘God is holy, and cannot look upon sin,’ so God, turned away and this fellowship which was ever so sweet between father and son, was BROKEN.
Did we not say that He always did those things that pleased his father? Always? Yes, and in this divine paradox, God the father was pleased, but fellowship was snapped because of Adam’s sin, and God the son would now ask: ‘Father, where art thou?’ ‘You have forsaken me!’
Oh the depth of this question WHY? Oh the reasons why heaven was silent, why the earth quaked, why the veil of the temple was rent in two, why the whole earth was dark. He who knew no sin, was made sin… Ah yes, what depth this love of God toward sinners, toward you, toward me, and yes, He is so unlike myself.
Adam the criminal was lost in the fog of his sin and heard ‘where are you?’ The blameless son of God was stained with the sin of Adam’s posterity, and asked God: ‘where are you?’ WHY hast thou forsaken me? It will take an eternity to fathom this question.
I can think of no finer question to contemplate in its’ fullness, but I would only add: HOW does this magnificent question by the son of God find you, naked or clothed?