Then Jesus uttered another loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain in the sanctuary of the Temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.
When the Roman officer who stood facing him saw how he had died, he exclaimed, “This man truly was the Son of God!” – Mark 15:37-39
The scene from Golgotha (The Skull). From noon to 3PM it turned dark. The son of God hung on a cross. The pinnacle event of history was unfolding. Many of the players in the drama had no idea. God was being killed. This day would be talked about forever. Nothing would be the same after this. And few recognized it. Enter the Roman officer. When he saw how Jesus died, he knew that he must be Christ. God must have come near. He believed, but it was too late, God was gone (for a few days anyway).
How often have I missed God? Caught up in the moment, caught up in the crowd, caught up in doing my duties, I have many times missed God. Only later did I think “That was God.” The moment was gone, maybe not to be repeated again. How sad. Pathetic, really.
I want to live fully alive, fully recognize when God is present.
May I live a life fully aware of who you are and how you are moving. I don’t want to realize when you leave that I was in the presence of greatness.