Tuesday, April 25, 2017

AS IT NEVER COULD HAVE BEEN


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We all know what Jesus did and why and when and how.  And the WHY is the cornerstone of our faith, the underlining of the love of Father God for you and me…and one day I began to ask myself how could I emphasize the sacrifice on the cross in a way that would be different…and I thought, what if Jesus had done otherwise when those around Him failed to listen.


And then I wrote…As It Never Could Have Been
                                                  
    The time was the fourteenth Nisan in the year 3790.  It was a dark spring evening in the seven hundred and eighty-third year of the reign of the Emperor Tiberius.  We would say it was the seventh day of April in the year of our Lord 30.

    Three hundred thousand pilgrims moved within and without this strong-hold of Jewish faith and Roman occupation.  There was noise enough already; but then over the hill came charging one in a seamless garment. 

He stood straight and tall and his chariot was pulled by six white horses.  His lieutenants or disciples as they were called, each mounted on their black Arabian steeds, rode by his side.  Jesus of Nazareth, for this was what he was called, wheeled up before the Fountain Gate, and watched the crowds surge forward and round about him and listened to them call out, “Hail Jesus King of the Jews.” 

He stretched out his hands and acknowledge their praise.

    After awhile Jesus grew tired of their shouts. 

 It had been a long trip from bethany. Every few miles people asking for a few words of wisdom and the sick, everywhere you looked. 

Jesus thought to himself, “I must have healed five thousand if I healed one.”  He gave a wave of his hand, his lieutenants forced their horses through the surging crowd.  And Jesus moved in the direction of the Upper Room.
 
    Once they reached the thinly lit Upper Room where they would celebrate the Passover, Judas found a seat near the end of the table and close to the door. 

As the food was passed Jesus began to outline his plans for taking the city.  Half way through the meal Judas edged toward the exit and in a moment was gone.  “Now!”  With this one word Jesus motioned to Peter and Peter followed Judas out into the night.
 
    By Wednesday Jesus had the city of Jerusalem well in hand. 

The Roman Legions were caught off guard.  Three hundred thousand Jews with the taste of freedom in their souls was too much.  The crown sat easily on his head, a garland of golden leaves with berries made of rubies. 

Above his head laced on satin were the words, “Jesu Nazarenus, Rex Judaeori.”  (King of the Jews)
 
    He granted two hours every morning and two hours every afternoon to the healing of the sick. 

They stretched from the Palace beyond the Gennath Gate the length of the Via Dolorosa to within sight of the temple, where Caiphas rubbed his hands in glee and planned a coalition with this new King Jesus.
 
    The coronation ceremonies had been hasty but pontifically correct. 

James and John had received appointments making them co-chief of administration, and Peter had been put at the head of the Army to fight off the Roman legions who would certainly attack as soon as reinforcements arrived.
 
    One of the first duties of Thomas, a police inspector who trusted no one, was to place Pilate in the very dirtiest of cells and deny him any water, even for a bath. 

Thomas was not quite what made him treat Pilate in this particular way but somehow it seemed appropriate.
 
    By Thursday, Peter had appointed Bartholomew head of propaganda and had equipped the people with Roman swords and weapons of war. 

They looked uncomfortable in their shields, and some with long robes combined with Roman belts seemed awkward warriors at the best.
 
    On Friday the Roman legions began their siege. 

 They entered from the Mount of Olives, pouring over Gethsemane in the direction of the Golden Gate. 

A smaller diverting forced moved down from the higher hills surrounding Golgotha. 

Within a few hours the streets of Jerusalem were covered with the dead and dying. 

And Jesus of Nazareth lay at the foot of the throne with a spear thrust deep into his side. 

 His last gasping words were made as he looked up toward the heavens and said, “Father, forgive me…forgive me, Father, I…I knew not what I did.”
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