(written April 3, 2015)
Pilate: 12 Then what do you want me to do with the King of the Jews?
Crowd: 13 Crucify Him, crucify Him!
14 But now he called to them.
Pilate: Why? What has He done to deserve such a sentence?
Crowd (crying all the louder): Crucify Him, crucify Him!
I burst into tears this evening when I heard someone saying that Easter is their favorite time of year. It’s not for me. It never has been for various reasons, but now I know why.
As a new Christian, I was indignant that “those people back when Jesus walked on Earth” crucified Him. And, the crowd screaming for justice was probably the same crowd that yelled “hosanna! save us” the previous Sunday as Christ rode into town on a donkey.
Oh how sad and ironic that it’s easier to pin the tail on the sinners rather than look inward at our sins and shortcomings.
The more I love the Lord, the more I grieve when Good Friday rolls around.
I think of His suffering,
I think of His mother.
And then I realize what a vile, self-righteous sinner I really am.
Those animal sacrifices and lessons God gave the people of the Old Testament totally make sense now. There had to be a way for holy God to make generations of humans acceptable before His throne.
He is holy.
The reality is that I am forgiven and there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ.