And Isaac said to his father Abraham, “My father!” And he said, “Here I am, my son.” (Genesis 22:7, ESV)
I'm not sure there's a story in the Old Testament that contains as much Gospel as this. A loving father is called to sacrifice his beloved son. The son, innocent and pure, submits to the sacrifice of his own life.
We could talk about the whole story, but let's spend today on a single moment. In curiosity over what will serve as the burnt offering, Isaac calls out to Abraham: "My father!"
As you'd expect in day-to-day life, Abraham hears him and responds: "Here I am, my son." Such a small moment. A son calls out to his loving father and the father responds.
Now consider Calvary. Consider Jesus, the firstborn of all creation, nailed to a cross. Bleeding from his beatings, exhausted, struggling to breathe. And with his last gasping breaths he cried out to his heavenly Father from the depths of his soul: "My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?" (Mark 15:34)
And the heavens were silent.
I'm not sure the pain of the Father or the Son can be described, but I consider my own children and my heart breaks. To punish my son for the sins of criminals would, on its own, be more than I could bear; to hear his cries and respond with silence would destroy me altogether.
With tears and with reverence, praise God for the sacrifice that made a way for criminals to be welcomed into the family of God.
Praise God for the deafening silence of the Gospel.