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The little boy cringed at the contempt he heard from the angry man in the gathering horde. Often had he skipped playfully along this Via Dolorosa. It would never be the same for him again.
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There are over 600 stories and commentaries on this blog that began Nov 24, 2009. It is added to daily.
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No
one who visited Golgotha walked away the same. Certainly, a little boy,
whose curiosity placed him in harms way would NEVER FORGET. And from
this premise I wrote the following story.
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They
were three figures silhouetted against a sky where clouds increasingly
blotted out the light. He had followed the crowd since the Antonia gate
and now was trying to decide whether he wanted to continue or go back
home. “Is it too heavy for you, King?”
The little boy cringed at the contempt he heard from the angry man in the gathering horde. Often had he skipped playfully along this Via Dolorosa. It would never be the same for him again.
A Roman soldier beat back the crowd to make way for another soldier with a whip. The one they called Jesus had fallen.
The child wanted to help this one with the kindly eyes, but he was afraid. After all he was just a little boy.
Thirty
pounds of cypress grows no lighter when it is carried after a heavy
beating. “The Intermediate Death, forty stripes save one,” he had heard someone explain. The little boy began to cry.
“Who does this Pilate think he is, following our custom of washing his hands. He is asking for trouble, and either Rome or we will give it to him.”
“Or both,” came back an
overconfident reply. “Pilate is a fool,” complained an elderly man as
they drew closer to the place of the skull.
“The
journey to Golgotha I think will become in the memories of men a
journey that began in creation and stretches to eternity.”
“Listen to our philosophical friend. Now you are a theological authority?”
The little boy remembered what he had heard this Jesus say. “Suffer the little children to come unto me…for of such is the Kingdom of God.”
Now he listened to those around him. “I do not like these crucifixions. They should be outlawed.”
“I agree.”
“Then why do you come, good sisters?”
“They will have them whether I watch or not.”
“And that makes your attendance at such events right and proper?”
“I notice that you seem to be walking in the same direction as I.”
“You are right, but you see a long time ago I killed my conscience. I am only inquiring as to when yours will die.”
Jesus had not risen, and a soldier shouted a command to a black man in the crowd. Simon the Cyrene, a prosperous farmer, now cursing his curiosity, knelt low and put the cross to the strength of his shoulder.
He heard a gasp behind him as Jesus was jerked to his feet.
The ceremonial hats of the high priests mingled with the less conspicuous dress of the circling mob.
At one side the little boy peered between two tunics and thought, “I would carry the cross if I could.”
The
Genneth gate held the announcement of who would be executed this day to
the pleasure and glory of Tiberius Caesar. For the purpose of Roman
justice, the crimes were always listed. Jesus’ crime was written in
Aramaic, Jesus han nostri malka dibudaey. Blasphemy. It was also written in Hebrew and Latin.
It read “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”
The little lad could not yet read but he had heard someone read it aloud.
It did not seem a crime worthy of execution. Simon
of Cyrene, having completed his task, waited hopefully for permission
to leave. “Go!” It was short and without sympathy, but quickly Simon
melted into the crowd.
For the rest of his life he would feel the weight of the cross on his shoulders. “Boy,
you shouldn’t be seeing such things.” The words came from a
gray-bearded merchant who smelled of wine. The little boy, who had
watched it all, never answered.
It was then he saw them.
They were five standing
as part of, but slightly apart from, the crowd. Mary, Jesus’ mother,
leaned against John. Mary Magdalene wept unashamedly. Mary, mother of
the younger James, and Salome, wife of Zebedee, all gazed in muted shock
at the scene being enacted before their eyes.
“No! Don’t! I’m innocent!” The thief’s cries were shouted in a half frenzy as he watched the soldiers ready the nails.
“Quiet, thief,” jeered one soldier.
Jesus knelt now and calmly prepared to do the will of his Father.
A
crucifixion was a practiced art and did not allow experimentation. A
five-inch nail was driven into the hollow cavity of each wrist while the
condemned still lay upon the ground. Once the cross was raised, the
right foot was crossed over the left and a third nail completed the
task.
As
the cross of Jesus was lifted, the little boy thought of how his mother
was always getting after him for forgetting things. This he would never
forget.
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A quote below from tomorrow’s ONE A DAY blog entitled God Know Our Present and Future Needs “He
was a young man, in his mid-twenties and not long out of seminary. He
received a “call” to a ministerial challenge, the starting of a new
church. It was what he had always wanted, but the timing didn’t seem quite right.”
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