"was I There?"

“Was I There?”

John 18:1-19:42

With the death of Jesus on Calvary, we witness, amid the noise of soldiers and criminals, gawkers and passers-by, what looks like the final triumph of evil.

All the ugliness and violence we can imagine takes place in the events that lead-up to the six hours during which God in human form hangs on a Cross on a hillside outside the gates of Jerusalem.

God has come into our world and we killed Him.

Jesus could have destroyed all the people with just one word.

Instead, for our sake, Jesus willingly carried His Cross, this horrible thing upon which He would be nailed.

“For God so loved the world.”

On Good Friday, we witness our human capacity for evil and the deadly consequence of our actions, silences, cruelty and collusion.

Jesus died because of our collective and representative sin.

Jesus was killed because of us.

Let’s allow that to sink in a bit.

I’m not trying to get us all depressed, but we really cannot appreciate Easter until we have been to the Cross.

It’s only when we have seen the full extent of evil on display there and have witnessed the apparent victory of death that we can even begin to appreciate the amazing, grace-filled, love-filled, life giving triumph that is Easter!

Crucifixion was a horrifying death.

The Romans used it as a crime deterrent.

That is why crucifixions took place where people would see them.

The goal of crucifixion was to inflict the most agony possible for the longest period of time.

Many of the victims would hang on a cross for days before they finally died.

Because of movies and pictures most of us imagine that Jesus, on the Cross, was quite a bit off the ground—but in reality, most crosses were no more than 9 feet tall leaving the victim’s feet just 3 feet off the ground.

So, on the day Jesus was crucified, He hung on the Cross just 2 or 3 feet above His mother, His aunt, Mary the wife of Clopas, the disciple Jesus loved, the soldiers and the ones who were laughing at Him and hurling insults at Him.

He could look into their eyes and they could look into His, as He struggled as He bled…as He died.

Many believe that those who were crucified most often died of asphyxiation.

This is because hanging on a Cross, it was extremely difficult to exhale without raising your body up.

And the longer a person hung on a Cross and the more exhausted a person became, the more difficult it was to breath.

Others think a buildup of fluid around the heart caused congestive heart failure.

We don’t know for sure.

But what we do know is that it was an extremely effective way to torture someone for a long period of time.

Jesus, bloodied and naked, hung on a Cross that way for 6 hours.

Can you imagine the amount of love involved in what God did for us on that first Good Friday?

Who would willingly sign up for something like that?

I can’t imagine.

Can you?

And so, today we come to the Cross and we are faced with the fact that we humans are so broken that we are capable of murdering God.

If we are willing to face it, Jesus’ suffering and death are a mirror held up to our souls, a reminder of the jealousy, pettiness, self-centeredness, spiritual blindness and darkness that lurk in all of us.

Every year on Good Friday we replay the details of Jesus’ death to make sure we get the story straight and to remember, but have we also ever found ourselves inside the story as well?

Here’s what I mean:

Let’s take Judas for example.

None of us would have done what Judas did, would we?

I mean, he betrayed Jesus!

But what if we believed that Jesus was the political Messiah we had been waiting for, and that all He needed in order to start the revolution we wanted was just a good, strong push from us?

Have we ever pushed someone because of our own impatience or because we were trying to get them to do what we wanted them to do?

Have I?

Have you?

Let’s ask ourselves: “Is there anything about Judas in me?”

(pause)

And what about Peter?

None of us would have done what Peter did, right?

He promised to follow Jesus all the way to the grave but he ended up denying Him three times because a servant girl, with no power and no clout, asked him if he was one of His disciples.

Who knows what we would really do under the same circumstances.

Who knows how strong our survival instinct would be.

Peter needs some credit for even showing up in the courtyard where Jesus was being tried at all.