It's a rare sight to see someone die in public.
It
induces an evil, seductive fascination.
A
state that can only be achieved with company.
A
'what are they doing here?' innocence.
In
prolonged agony Jesus called out in thirst.
Not
a request, but wine was stuck in his face.
A
strange action for a man who was drying up.
When
the bodies of those men were lowered,
Jesus
had been dead for some time.
The
other victims were a tangled mess,
Jesus’
body was strangely complete.
Pierced
with a blade, pied-blood flowed from his side.
Friends,
Joseph and Nicodemus discussed what to do.
The
Judge was keen to get this aberration tidied up.
"Yes
please, do dispose of the body."
"I
agree it should never have happened this way."
"We'll
never live this one down."
"My
family has recently purchased a tomb.
It's
nearby, let's put his body there."
"I
brought the embalming kit."
"Act quickly, the
whole city is closing for the holiday."
Jesus body is treated with respect
People continue to love him
There is some discussion who Joseph of Arimathea might have
been. Does Arimathea exist? Death is also definitive and final. It is like BC and AD. It defines time. After the event, everything seems
different. So many movements end with
the death of their founder. Who is able
to replace a charismatic leader? We see
this as an end of an era. But in this
story death is necessary. It is also not
final. In the story the Creator tells
humanity that if they eat the fruit of the Tree of knowledge of Good and Evil,
that day they will surely die. People notice
that as the story continues this does not appear to happen. We know that there is a death in the
relationship between the Creator and humanity.
We know that Jesus death was this death that was warned. The death sentence is taken on by the
Creator. It’s like the father who allows
the son or daughter to drive. Their
child messes up and smashes the car. The
father pays because the children cannot.
The father offered them the use of the car, and understands that with
that freedom comes the risk that something will happen. Sure enough, it happens.
PRAYER I now have the potential to live with the same
closeness and intimacy of Adam and Eve, walking with you in the garden. May my bond be that strong with you, my
Creator and savour.
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