It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon,
[Luke 23:44 NET]
He died in darkness, that when we walk in the valley of the shadow of death, the light of glory may shine about us. Death for the Christian has no bitterness, because Jesus drained the curse from it.
Mrs. Browning has pictured, with rare beauty, the effect of Christ’s death upon two seraphim who lingered a little behind the hosts of heaven that had gathered about the cross. One of them is troubled by the thought that men will now have more reason to love God than even the angels have.
“Oh! Not with this blood on us – and this face,
Still, haply, pale with sorrow that it bore
In our behalf, and tender evermore
With nature all our own, upon us gazing –
Nor yet with these forgiving hands upraising
Their un–reproachful wounds, alone to bless!
Alas, Creator! shall we love Thee less
Than mortals shall?”