I had heard of the man. The man from Galilee. One whom the people loved, the Pharisees hated, the Romans were indifferent toward, just one man made all this fuss. So I thought to myself, I must go see Him nailed to the cross.
How could this man be so important? Sure He had healed many, spoke truth to all, loved even the least of these, but why? In our world, most look out for themselves, I know I do. It baffles me to even think of how He put others first, and in my mind I almost mock Him for doing it. “You should have known that mankind was selfish,” I say to myself. “It is Your own fault for your torture,” we all would never do the same. In my mind I think, even if He is who He says He is, I am glad I did not have to do it. The mission is impossible. To save all of humanity from itself? That is a price too high to pay. And so I went to look for Him.
I followed His steps. It was a long walk through the streets and up the hill to Golgotha. 650 yards. I had no water so I was thirsty when I arrived. The sky was dark, it seemed to be a scene from a street play I had seen earlier. It was almost too real. Like the world itself was watching. All the birds, the animals, the waters, the earth, the skies, and even the stars themselves seemed to be holding their breath.
“What is this?’ I told myself. I then got closer. I saw two thieves on either side of this “King of the Jews.” I thought to myself, “if I had gotten caught, it could just easily be me up there alongside this Savior.” There were soldiers there too. They were arguing amongst themselves over who would keep His robe. I must say it was a glorious robe, one fit for a king, not this man I see on the cross.
Others were mocking Him, and so I joined in saying, “You who are going to destroy the sanctuary and rebuild it in three days, save Yourself! If You are the Son of God, come down from the cross.” In the same way the chief priests also, along with the scribes and elders, were mocking Him and saying, “He saved others; He cannot save Himself. He is the King of Israel; let Him now come down from the cross, and we will believe in Him. He trusts in God; let God rescue Him now, if He delights in Him; for He said, ‘I am the Son of God.’ ” And the robbers who had been crucified with Him were also insulting Him with the same words.”
The man on the cross cried out saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” Of whom does He speak to? There is no man that could His father here.
I then saw a group huddled beneath Him. He spoke to them, saying “Woman, behold your son,” and to another He said, “Behold your mother.” I was confused. Why would this man take another mother as his own? They must be His crazy disciples. He then said, “I am thirsty,” and so was I.
I thought to myself, this man on a cross, being a criminal of course, expects a drink? How selfish He must be to expect such a thing.
I continued watching. He then cried out in a loud voice, as it was His last breath. The rocks rumbled. The earth groaned. The birds flew away. The animals seemed to go beserk and hide. The skies folded upon themselves as if in anger for what had just taken place. What is this, I said to myself.
I went back to my home and told those whom I saw, who was this man who was crucified? They said, “some say He was Elijah, some say a false Christ, some claim He actually is the Son of God.”
My thoughts were torn within me. This single man and such an event. What if? What if He was the Son of God? I pondered this.
What if that was Our Savior on a cross?
Would He truly deny Himself no matter the cost?
Did He look upon us, and see a cause?
One that began at the inception of time.
A life that was to be divine.
Until our eyes became blind.
An eternal seperation from the One who called us inside.
Since the beginning, God had longed for us to be alongside.
But nothing could ever come close to filling that divide.
Till our Christ took it upon Himself.
To be the final sacrifice.
Oh, what a love divine.
A Savior so loving, He laid down His life for mine.
Surely, this man was the Christ, the Savior of all time.
