Jesus is Not Superman. He is Poured Out Like Water: Episode XVI - The Last Lament

He Suffers to the Point of Real Death as a Man and as our God

We are unaware of any specific event in King David's life that would have prompted the comments and expressions of grief found in Psalm 22. It is almost as if David composed Psalm 22 for Jesus and His ordeal on the Cross. That represents the mystery of Scripture on many levels.

I will explain this tomorrow, but for now, let us read these remarkable words as David envisioned them and as Jesus recited them.

“I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast.” —Psalm 22:14

Jesus is not Superman.

Jesus does not hover above pain. He does not bypass grief. He does not numb Himself with divinity.

He is poured out. Completely.

Water has no shape of its own. It fills whatever space it’s given. It trickles downward until there’s nowhere left to go. That is how Jesus describes His life on the Cross—poured out, draining, unstoppable.

His bones are pulled apart. His heart, once strong, is now melting. This is not a metaphorical heartache. This is actual, cellular collapse—physical failure. The Son of God is dying—like a man.

This is THE mystery.

Here, in a single verse, is the paradox of the Christian faith:

Jesus is fully God. And Jesus is fully Man.

He is not merely divine in disguise. He is not immune to death. He is not play acting pain.

He is nailed, pierced, disjointed. He bleeds. He breaks. He breathes His last.

But even as He dies, the earth reacts. Darkness falls. Rocks split. The Temple veil tears. Heaven and earth groan as their Maker slips into death.

He is Man, dying.

He is God, dying.

And both truths must stand.