No one ever experienced the plunge down the vacuum of evil as did God's Son--even to the excruciating agony behind the words: "My God, my god, why hast thou forsaken me?" Jesus was really destroyed. Cut off in the flower of his age; his work stifled just when it should have taken root; his friends scattered, his honor broken. He no longer had anything, was anything: "a worm and not a man."
Only Christ's love is certain. We cannot even say God's love; for that God loves us we also know, ultimately, only through Christ.
The Lord, Romano Guardini
All time was there, is there, at the cross.
In the cross we see the rendering of the verdict on the gravity of our sins.
Look at him with whatever faith you have and know that your worry about your lack of faith is itself a sign of faith.
Death on a Friday Afternoon, Richard John Neuhaus
His Cross has put its due value upon every thing which we see, upon all fortunes, all advantages, all ranks, all dignities, all pleasures; upon the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. It has set a price upon the excitements, the rivalries, the hopes, the fears, the desires, the efforts, the triumphs of mortal man. It has given a meaning to the various, shifting course, the trials, the temptations, the sufferings of his earthly state. It has brought together and made consistent all that seemed discordant and aimless. It has taught us how to live, how to use this world, what to expect, what to desire, what to hope. It is the tone into which all the strains of the world's music are ultimately to be resolved.
John Henry Newman