Several years ago Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ raised awareness of the brutality of Good Friday. The scourging scenes earned the film an R rating. Veteran movie goers who had been conditioned by decades of violence and gore in the movies nonetheless winced, shuddered, and sometimes looked away due to the realism that everyone knew was based on the truth. No one had ever come close to reenacting the viciousness of the attacks on Christ like that film.
Yet there was something missing. An intangible the Gospels identified that couldn’t really be fleshed out and delved into for the big screen. I’m talking about the absolute sense of abandonment that Jesus felt that day. It began in the Garden of Gethsemane when He was being arrested.