The pain of the cross pales in the face of a greater anguish. There is a deeper torment that cannot be seen, one no movie can capture and no words can adequately express. It is more excruciating than the nails pinning Jesus’ body to the timbers, more dreadful than the lashes that ripped his flesh from his frame. It is a dark, terrible, incalculable agony—an infinite misery—as God the Father unleashes his fury upon his sinless Son as if Jesus were guilty of an immeasurable evil.
