Saturday, April 10, 2004
The next day the sun rose like it did everyday before. The day seemed to be just like any other day, but it was different. A feeling of defeat was hanging over the city. Confusion was everywhere. People with heavy hearts went on with their day, lost in their thoughts. The few words that people spoke that day, were of Him. As people cleaned up after the earth quake, they wondered if the quake was a sign of God’s displeasure over the crucifying of Jesus. For the most part, the days activities went on as usual. Soldiers walked the streets, to ensure that the people of Jerusalem knew their place as a territory of Rome.
Those who new Him, woke up, hoping yesterday was just a horrible dream. Their eyes burning from lack of sleep and crying. Their hearts empty, a feeling of panic was upon them, not knowing what to do or where to go next. The hope that so many people had held on to was taken away form them. The one person, who they believed would save all, the one they found peace and comfort in, was gone, killed by the government that oppressed them. How foolish they felt, thinking that one man could bring a Kingdome back to Israel.
Within the city, two men wrestled to find peace. Not understanding, what had taken place, they quested their actions and turmoil stirred within them. Nicodemus was compelled to help bury this man the day before. Now, he kept thinking of the image of the bloody body he help bury, and of the night he had met with Jesus. Thinking over and over again what Jesus had said to him, still unable to make sense of it. Was it a riddle?
And Pilate, who sat on his throne worried that punishment would fall upon him for his part of the death of a man he had found no guilt in. An awkwardness was between him and his wife, both saying very little to each other.
Confusion, O Lord, divide their tongues, for I have seen violance and strife in the city. Day and night they go around her upon her walls; and inquity and mischief are in her midst. Destruction is in her midst; oppression and deceit do not depart from her streets. - Psalm 55: 9-11
Those who new Him, woke up, hoping yesterday was just a horrible dream. Their eyes burning from lack of sleep and crying. Their hearts empty, a feeling of panic was upon them, not knowing what to do or where to go next. The hope that so many people had held on to was taken away form them. The one person, who they believed would save all, the one they found peace and comfort in, was gone, killed by the government that oppressed them. How foolish they felt, thinking that one man could bring a Kingdome back to Israel.
Within the city, two men wrestled to find peace. Not understanding, what had taken place, they quested their actions and turmoil stirred within them. Nicodemus was compelled to help bury this man the day before. Now, he kept thinking of the image of the bloody body he help bury, and of the night he had met with Jesus. Thinking over and over again what Jesus had said to him, still unable to make sense of it. Was it a riddle?
And Pilate, who sat on his throne worried that punishment would fall upon him for his part of the death of a man he had found no guilt in. An awkwardness was between him and his wife, both saying very little to each other.
Confusion, O Lord, divide their tongues, for I have seen violance and strife in the city. Day and night they go around her upon her walls; and inquity and mischief are in her midst. Destruction is in her midst; oppression and deceit do not depart from her streets. - Psalm 55: 9-11
