There's an image I sometimes see. Three crosses on a Judean hillside. Women and spectators huddled together in the unseasonal cold of that unnaturally dark Spring afternoon.
In the middle, a young man - yet looking older than Abraham as he hangs, quivering, on that ugly stake. The two on either side were spared his scourging - but that's a mixed blessing They are writhing and fighting for life, while his pain and exhaustion are such that he is giving up the ghost.
A cry goes up in the darkness. It splits the quiet air of that ghastly day.
"It is finished."
It splits the air; it rends the veil in the temple. Some say it broke the earth. And it cuts Time in two. Yet it reaches up to heaven, and joins heaven and earth. Nothing will ever be the same again.
It goes quiet again, broken only by a woman's sobbing. It is over.
But it's also just begun.
In the middle, a young man - yet looking older than Abraham as he hangs, quivering, on that ugly stake. The two on either side were spared his scourging - but that's a mixed blessing They are writhing and fighting for life, while his pain and exhaustion are such that he is giving up the ghost.
A cry goes up in the darkness. It splits the quiet air of that ghastly day.
"It is finished."
It splits the air; it rends the veil in the temple. Some say it broke the earth. And it cuts Time in two. Yet it reaches up to heaven, and joins heaven and earth. Nothing will ever be the same again.
It goes quiet again, broken only by a woman's sobbing. It is over.
But it's also just begun.
Thank you for reminding me why I am a Christian.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Amen.
ReplyDeleteAmen.
ReplyDeleteI read; "There's an image I sometimes see," and my immediate reaction was the Sun and Prince Harry.
ReplyDeleteBeen trying to avoid that. I hope there was discreet deployment of a little coronet in the picture?
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