Crucify him!
With that phrase we killed God’s son. We didn’t just kill him. We mocked him. Stripped him bare. We took the skin off his flesh. We forced him to carry his execution block for miles. We gambled for his belongings. We were so brutal you could almost say we relished in his suffering.
My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?
He said in his suffering. He is covered with grime. Sweat and blood pouring down his face. Blood flowing from his hands and feet. This is God’s son. The God that created the universe, life and us. This is his son. His body broken. His blood shed. Behold your king.
Father forgive them they know not what they do.
I used to think it was so different in currant times. I never would have been in that crowd giving up my lord and saviour. They gave up our lord, our king in exchange for a murderer and thirty pieces of silver. I wasn’t there, I never did that. I never would have denied my king. And yet, in every sin I make, the actions I do not take. I do it every day.
It is finished!
The earth shook and the sky darkened. The temple’s curtain split in two. Truly this was the son of God. Seeing this the crowd turns silent. By all rights this should have been the end. After all, it is finished. However the world did not end.
So that brings us to “The Crux”.
So what was the point? Why die for us? We who tortured him in unimaginably cruel ways. He knew it was coming so why not speak up for his own defense? In my humanity I ask, what did dying accomplish? I know volumes more about how the world works then people 30 years ago. I know the science behind how a person dies. I have access to every detail of the death of Jesus Christ. If all I know is what has been taught to me. If all I know is by my experience alone. If that is my humanity then in my humanity I see how little I know, because I believe.
I believe that Jesus overcame death. I believe that Jesus was resurrected on the third day. I believe that even though we sealed his tomb with a stone and placed a guard on him he got up and walked out on his own accord. I believe that He died for me. That his death was necessary to save my soul. That death was only part of his journey. That by him dying he took my sins and washed them away with his blood. His body broken for me his blood poured out for me. Me, who still to this day denies him and rejects his love, his sacrifice for me. He died for a broken people. A foolish people. And death could not conquer him. Behold he makes ALL things new.
