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Friday, 14 September 2018

The Story of Mary: Catholic Version IV Death & Beyond - Chapter 25 - Condemned

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The Roman Governor Pilate raised his hands to quiet the mob that surged between in front of him. 19:12As if to banish any thoughts of releasing him, Mary heard the Jewish leaders shouted out, “If you release this man, you are no friend of Caesar! Everyone who claims to be a king opposes Caesar!” 19:13When Pilate heard these words he sat down on the judgment seat. Pilate said to the Jewish leaders, “Look, here is your king! (John 19:13).”

Mary was awed. Where did Pilate get that idea? What had he been told. Indeed, the angels’ messages to her and Joseph when Jesus was conceived and then born had indicated that was Jesus’ destiny. Her thoughts were quickly overwhelmed though by a roar from the crowd:  

(John 19:15)“Away with him! Away with him! Crucify him!” 

Then Pilate called out, “Shall I crucify your king?” 
The high priests replied, “We have no king except Caesar!” 

Pilate then seemed to be gesturing to a servant nearby and someone then appeared beside Pilate with a basin and as they watched, Pilate washed his hands in it and then turned to the crowd. He raised his hand to try and achieve some silence, with little success, but Mary was close enough to hear, “I am innocent of this man’s blood. You take care of it yourselves!” 27:25The people in the crowd who had moments before been chanting ‘Crucify him’ now began to follow their religious leaders again in yelling, “Let his blood be on us and on our children!”

Then the governor appeared to say something to the soldiers. At that they grabbed Jesus by both arms and took him back out of sight of the crowd. 

The crowd continued to cry for Jesus’ crucifixion, saying also that they would bear the responsibility. Mary looked at the distorted angry faces nearest her. ‘They don’t know what they are doing,’ she thought. They don’t really know who Jesus is.’ She and John and the other followers of Jesus they had met were caught up in the milling crowd and could hardly have made their way through it if they had wanted to leave. They were all numbed by the emotions stirred up by what they had seen happen to their beloved Jesus and really were not going anywhere anyway. Where should they go? What should they do? They looked blankly at one another, really not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, the crowd’s angry chorus swelled and there was a rush towards the side of the palace. Mary knew the reason why as soon as she saw Jesus appear, blood dripping through his clothes and from his face, struggling under the weight of a cross laid over his shoulder. There were two other men also bearing crosses with him. 

“What have they done?” cried Mary. One of the other women leaned in towards her and said, “He has just had a flogging. They always do that before they crucify someone.” 

“He is going to crucified like a common criminal?” Mary cried “How can this be? For what purpose is this happening?”  But no, maybe it was more than that. Pilate had called Jesus their king. Had Jesus said something to convince him that was who he was, or felt destined to be. Then it would be no wonder Pilate would accept having him crucified. Saying you were king was treason, and that was punishable by death. 

She had to believe something positive was about to happen though. It couldn’t all end like this. How could it? What about all those prophecies and messages from the angels? How could they be fulfilled if Jesus was now going to be killed? Jesus could so easily shake all that off and disappear like he had in Nazareth whey had wanted to kill him there. He had the power. Mary knew that. But Jesus was doing no such thing. He shouldered the cross and bravely struggled out to the street. The soldiers were pushing the three men towards the nearest city gate. One concession Rome had made to Judea was not to crucify criminals within the walls of the holy city.  

The crowd surged after the procession and Mary, John and the others were swept along with them. Suddenly Jesus stumbled and fell. Veronica rushed forward, pushing her way through the crowd and began to wipe the blood from Jesus’ face. The soldiers pushed her aside so roughly she almost fell. Some of the other women rushed, weeping to her side. Jesus stopped, looked back at them and found the strength to speak: Luke 23:28“Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. 23:29For this is certain: The days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore children, and the breasts that never nursed!’ 23:30Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us!’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us!’23:31For if such things are done when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

Mary did not entirely understand what Jesus was saying. Some of it sounded foreboding. What was he predicting? At the same time, she got some comfort from hearing that he still had compassion on others, in spite of the predicament he was in. ‘Jesus,’ she thought, ‘You never stop caring about others before yourself.’ 

Meanwhile, the soldiers, looking about, spied a tall, swarthy, well-built man on the side of the street and dragged him out to carry the cross (Mark 15:21) on to their destination. They proceeded to the hill called Golgotha and stopped at its peak (Luke 23:32-33). The soldiers grabbed the three men and held them to the ground as they proceeded to nail them to the cross. Mary covered her ears at the sound of the screams, but sneaking a look at Jesus, she saw that his mouth remained shut; no sound came from him. She saw the soldiers give the men something to drink but Jesus refused it. Then they hoisted the men and the crosses up and dropped them into the holes already there from many previous crucifixions. 

Mary noticed a sign at the top of the cross and wondered what it meant.  As if to answer her question, John turned to her and said, “They have called him ‘The King of the Jews (Mark 15:26).” That sign indicates the reason for his being crucified. ‘So,’ Mary thought, ‘Somewhere Jesus has put out the message of his kingship. But again, what about that if he is now being taken to his death?’ 

Meanwhile, oblivious to the suffering going on above them, the soldiers had taken the victims’ clothing and were clustered at the foot of the crosses, seeming to be playing some kind of game. One of the women turned to the rest and explained, “They’re gambling on who gets Jesus and the others’ clothes (Mark 15:25).” 

‘How low can you get?’ Mary thought. ‘How utterly inhumane. Human beings are dying above your heads and all you can think about is what you will get out of it.’

As time passed, the crowd began to thin somewhat. As some of the throng left though, Mary’s heart was pained again as she heard them make a point of passing below Jesus and mocking him,Mark 15:29shaking their heads and saying, “Aha! You who can destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days, 15:30save yourself and come down from the cross!” 15:31In the same way, even the chief priests – together with the experts in the law – Mary could tell by their dress and demeanour – who were also still there, as if to make sure their victim got what they wanted, - could be heard mocking him among themselves: “He saved others, but he cannot save himself! 15:32Let the Christ, the king of Israel, come down from the cross now, that we may see and believe!”

Mary was aghast. How could their religious leaders, the people they were expected to respect and look up to, do and say such things. She was having a hard time believing what she was seeing. What was happening to her world? Part of her wished she had never come. But her mother instinct was strong and she could not bear the thought of leaving her son alone at a time like this. 

As the crowd thinned further the women and Jesus’ young followers - those who were there – inched cautiously closer to the cross upon which Jesus hung. The two men beside Jesus had also spoken out against him (Matthew 27:44). ‘Who are they and what right do they have to say anything,’ Mary thought. Some time later, one of them seemed to have second thoughts. (Luke 23:39)One of the criminals who was hanging there had just called out in desperation, “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!” 23:40But the other rebuked him, saying, “Don’t you fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation?23:41And we rightly so, for we are getting what we deserve for what we did, but this man has done nothing wrong.”23:42Then he turned to Jesus, who was hanging between them (Matthew 27:38) and said, “Jesus, remember me when you come in your kingdom.”23:43And Jesus said to him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”

Mary almost gasped. Jesus still had not forgotten who he was, what message he bore. Even in the midst of his suffering he was continuing to show compassion and offering forgiveness. Just hearing that gave her heart a little lift. As if sensing what was going on in her heart, Jesus suddenly gave a loud cry, “23:34… “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.” Indeed, thought Mary. Does anyone here today know what they are doing?

But others continued to hurl insults at Jesus from where they stood at a distance, “He saved others. Let him save himself if he is the Christ of God, his chosen one!”Luke 23:36The soldiers also mocked him, coming up and offering him sour wine, 23:37and saying, “If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself!”

It had been around the time of the end of the first morning watch when the crowd had arrived on the hill. Suddenly, when 23:44it was about noon, an ominous darkness came over the scene. It was more than just dark clouds; it seemed that 23:45the sun’s light itself had failed. A chill settled over the hill and Mary and the others pulled their cloaks tighter around them as they stayed, rooted to the ground, unable to tear themselves away from the awful picture playing out before them. 

Suddenly, it seemed that Jesus opened his eyes enough to be aware of who was about him.  19:26Mary saw him look in the direction of her and John in particular, looking like he was trying to focus his eyes on whom he was seeing. Then, as if mustering his last breath of will, his gaze fixed on Mary and he said to his mother, “Woman, look,’ lifting his chin in the direction of John, “here is your son!” 19:27He then turned his eyes towards John and said to his disciple, “Look, here is your mother!” As if in obedience to his master’s dying wish, John moved alongside Mary and put his arm around her as they faced Jesus together. Mary burst into tears again and just buried her head in John’s arms and wept.  ‘Oh my Jesus,’ she thought, ‘What has it come to? Is this how it all ends? What about all those prophecies?’ Somehow, she could not believe there was not going to be more.

By his time, three hours of this dreadful darkness had passed, when (Mark) 15:34Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” In other words, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?15:35When some of the bystanders heard it they said, “Listen, he is calling for Elijah!” “Leave him alone! Let’s see if Elijah will come to take him down!”

Before they could do anything, (John) 19:28 Jesus cried out again “I am thirsty!” 19:29One of the soldiers put a sponge soaked in something from a jar standing near and on, a branch of hyssop, lifted it to Jesus’ mouth. 19:30Jesus appeared to at least wet his lips with what he had received, after which he cried out with a loud voice, “It is completed! Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” (Mark) With that his head fell forward 15:37 and he breathed his last. 

Thursday, 13 September 2018

The Story of Mary: Catholic Version IV – Death and Beyond – Ch. 24 – Wakened in the Passover Night –

NOTE: THESE CHAPTERS ARE NOW AVAILABLE IN A MUCH IMPROVED, EXPANDED BOOK, "A SWORD SHALL PIERCE YOUR SOUL" from FriesenPress

Mary awoke with a start. Someone was pounding on the door of her parents’ house and calling for her! Mary listened to see if her father would respond, for she as a woman should not go to the door of her first, especially at night. Then she heard him moving towards the door. Understandably, she could hear a little annoyance in his voice as he asked what all the fuss was about in the middle of the night. She could not hear everything that was said but then she heard him approach where she was sleeping and call out tersely, “Mary, this man at the door says Jesus has been captured by the temple police and taken for trial before the Sanhedrin! They took him to Governor Pilate who has sent him to King Herod! He says his name is John. He thinks you will want to join him and his friends, that you will want to be there.”

Mary could see the anguish in her father’s eyes. She herself felt as if she was going to faint. Her head spun and she clutched at her clothes. First John, her cousin, and now her son! “Oh, Jahweh,” she cried in her spirit, “help your maidservant! Protect your son! Oh, what can I do?” 

It seemed as if her prayers were heard. She was able to pull herself together and try to get up. Her father saw her unsteadiness and helped her to her feet and supported her as she walked out to meet John. Yes, he was the kind young man she had taken a liking to ever since meeting him those years ago in Cana. 

John bowed slightly as Mary approached, “Mother, he began,” addressing her politely. “We had to let you know what has happened to your beloved son. I volunteered to come and tell you. Do you want to come with us?”

What else would she do? “Of course,” Mary said. 

“But Mary,” her father interjected, “Will it be safe? Let me come with you.”

“No, father,” she said, looking lovingly at her elderly parent, “It will be too much for you.” She knew how much he cared for his grandson and thought of how this must also be affecting him. “Stay here with mother. I will let you know what happens.” 

Mary turned to go with John and then impulsively turned back and embraced her father and kissed him, “You can pray for us, please?” 

“Of course,” father said and then Mary was gone with the young man. 

John took Mary’s hand to make sure she was OK. Mary clutched her cloak tightly around her as she hurried through the chill of the dark night with John, praying earnestly in her heart for her beloved son’s welfare. Then John began to fill her in on what had happened.

“We had gone with Jesus to the Garden of Gethsemane on the Mount of Olives after we finished seder,thinking we would continue on to Bethany for the night. Jesus seemed unusually troubled and went off by himself to pray, which you know is not that unusual for him. He did ask us to pray with him – more than once. We were so tired we kept falling asleep. I feel so bad now that we did not do that, or what happened next might have been avoided (Mathew 26:36-46). We had fallen asleep again when suddenly this crowd of noisy men with torches and clubs came storming across the valley and into the garden. And Judas was leading them! He took them right to Jesus (Matthew 26:37-50).”

‘Judas,’ Mary thought, ‘I never really had liked that one-’

John was continuing, “Jesus said something to Judas about betraying him and the next thing we knew Jesus was in the hands of these men and being led away, back towards the city.  Then what had happened at sedermade more sense. Jesus was talking about one of us betraying him but the idea seemed so preposterous. We all asked him if he meant one of us. He said it was the one to whom he would give a piece of bread after he had dipped it, and gave it to Judas. When Judas asked him whether he meant him, Jesus had said, “You said so (Matt. 26:20-25, John 13:21-26).” Then he told Judas to do quickly what he was going to do and Judas left us. We thought he had sent Judas to take care of some bill or something (John 13:27-30).”

“Where are we going?” Mary interrupted John.

“To King Herod’s palace, as that is where they took Jesus after taking him to the council and then the governor (Luke 23:1-12). Mary shuddered. She did not want to imagine what would happen in front of Herod. She had never forgotten what this king’s father had done all those years ago to all those innocent babies in the Bethlehem area when he could not find her own son (Matthew 2:16-18). And then there had been the beheading of John. Poor John. And now? Now? Would it be Jesus’ turn? Mary’s heart felt a sharp pang of pain and she remembered another happening from the past, the words of Simeon in the temple when they had dedicated Jesus: “as a result of him the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed – and a sword will pierce your own soul as well (Luke 2:25-35)!” How often those words had troubled her. What did they mean? Now, she realized, she was going to find out.

When they neared the palace, all seemed quiet there but they could hear a growing roar of voices from the governor’s quarters beyond that. When they got nearer, all Mary could hear was “Crucify him! Crucify him!” 

‘Oh no, Mary thought, ‘What is wrong with these people? What has happened? What has Jesus done wrong?’

When they arrived at the edge of the crowd, Mary instinctively covered her face. She did not want to be recognized and get into trouble. But John saw some of his friends, Jesus’ followers, and steered Mary in their direction. Mary saw that some of the women she was just getting to know were there too. There were Joanna, Clopas’ wife, Susanna, Salome and Mary from Magdala (Mark 15:40, Luke 8:15). There was another woman Mary was to learn later was Veronica, the one Jesus had healed of a bleeding problem that had plagued her for 12 years (Mark 5:25-34). 

They were all weeping but they all hugged Mary when they recognized her with John and expressed their distress at what they were seeing through their tears. Then they all turned to see what was unfolding before them when they saw their beloved Jesus at the entrance to the governor’s quarters. There was something that looked like branches wrapped around his head and blood dripping down his face. Beside him was a man with a white toga they all knew instinctively must be the hated governor, Pilate. A number of Roman soldiers flanked the two men. Mary knew this was not good. Part of her wished she had not come to this place to see this.