The Cross – Part IOctober 12, 2006
Imagine for a moment, that fateful day in AD 33. Imagine the day when the Son of God took upon Himself the burden of mankind’s sin. Imagine the enormous load He took when he willingly shouldered the yoke of our sin. Imagine the pain he felt when he was beaten, whipped, abused, and nailed to the cross. Imagine that fateful day in AD 33…
His breath came in gasps, blood dripped from His body, the weight of the cross bore down on Him. Pain wracked His body from the innumerable whiplashes, cuts, and bruises; He was hardly recognizable. He could barely force His feet to move; with each passing moment, the energy drained from His body. But His Will was set; nothing could keep Him from the task at hand.
As he crawled forward, one of the Roman guards yelled and the whip snaked through the air. As it came down, an ear splitting crack split the air. The whip made contact with the back of Jesus’ legs and He cried out in anguish and pain, collapsing to the rocky ground. The man on the other side of the cross grunted and came down to his knees. Simon gasped in pain and tried to stand up, but the weight of the Cross was too much for him. The soldiers yelled, whips cracked, and the crowed jeered. After a few agonizing moments, two Roman soldiers stepped forward. One of them seized Jesus and jerked Him to His feet; the other lifted the Cross. In His pain, Jesus groped for the Cross, grabbed it, and shouldered the burden again. With grunts and groans of pain, the cross drug forward again.
As they moved forward, two other men, each bearing crosses themselves, began jeering at Jesus. “Why are you so willing to take your cross? Are you so eager to face the pain of the Cross? Curse God and die now!” Jesus made no reply, but looked them each in the eye in turn; they fell silent after a few moments under His gaze. Gradually, wailing could be heard. He stopped and turned. Following Him was a group of women, mourning for Jesus’ pain. Through the pain and gasps, Jesus spoke to them in a raspy voice, “Daughters of Jerusalem, stop weeping for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For behold, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’ Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘fall on us,’ and to the hills, ‘cover us.’ For if they do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?” Jesus turned back to His task and slowly, the ground began to slope upward and the city began to fall away.
Continued on // The Cross – Part II