Every sin . . . what weight it must have been. Every sin. Not just sin from one or two. Not just sin from tens of hundreds, but the sins of all humanity throughout the history of the earth were laid upon him. A world’s weight set upon his frame and pounded down with nails.
What sheer breadth and height it would have measured (if sin could possibly be measured thus): Homosexuality, pornography, hatred, murder, lies, rebellion . . . countless sins in every shape and form as can be imagined in the heart of man.
And at that moment of the laying of our sins upon him . . . God's wrath was satisfied. The payment for our souls was made. Someone had to pay the penalty, and only he, who had no sin, could do it.
Artwork: Nailed to the Cross, unknown