While reading The Searchers, by Glen Frankel, I had to turn off my Nook. The book depicts the horrors of an Indian raid on early Americans in Texas. Members of the Comanche tribe attacked and tortured a group of settlers. Cynthia Ann Parker was taken captive at the age of nine. She was rescued 24 years later, but wanted to return to her Comanche family.
Attack and torture are phenomena that make my stomach contort and tighten; gagging the humanity of human beings. Yet, professional physicians and surgeons poke or cut off body parts every day. The recipients, and movie stars, who survive are heroic.
I ponder the result of Christ Jesus’ experience as found in 21st Century Science and Health: “The last supreme moment of mockery, desertion, and torture added to an overwhelming sense of the magnitude of Jesus’ work. From his lips was wrenched the awful cry, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” If a human parent was asked this heart-broken question, it would deny the justice and love of whom Jesus knew to be his Maker. Jesus appealed to his divine Principle, the God who is Love, and to himself, Love’s pure idea. Had Life, Truth, and Love forsaken him in his highest demonstration? This was a startling question. No! God and Christ Jesus must remain united or that hour would be deprived of its mighty blessing for human beings.”
 Matt. 27:46; Mark 15:34