I Love The Night

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  “It was a glorious night. The moon had sunk, and left the quiet earth alone with the stars. It seemed as if, in the silence and the hush, while we her children slept, they were talking with her, their sister — conversing of mighty mysteries in voices too vast and deep for childish human ears to catch the sound. They awe us, these strange stars, so cold, so clear. We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not; and, standing where the echoing dome spans the long vista of the shadowy light, glance up, half hoping, half afraid to see some awful vision hovering there. And yet it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed. The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays ...

what if . . .

Today is Passover and I was thinking of Jesus' crucifixion when I got this huge onslaught of "what if's". The Bible is silent about a lot of things, but I just had to ask.

Matthew says "and when they crucified him" (27:35).
Mark says "and they crucified him" (15:24)
Luke says "there they crucified him" (23:33)
John says "when they crucified him" (19:23)

But how? How do we know the soldiers crucified him by laying him down on the wood and nailing him to it? How do we know they soldiers raised it up? They certainly did'nt bring the cross up there themselves, so why should they raise it and the man nailed to it?

What if Jesus had to set his own cross in place on the hill?

What if Jesus had to climb a small ladder, grasping the cross in places, holding onto its sides and balancing, perhaps embracing the cross so as not to fall off because of his blood that was now all over the place?

What if he had to get his balance on the small perch, turn around, holding the cross behind him and spread his arms out one at a time as if embracing the world, only to have his hands hammered into place?

What if the only support he had from the soldiers was the nails they put through his body?

What if he had to pull his feet up onto the brace so they could be nailed, holding his own body weight up by his nail-pierced hands?

What if the crowd cried, "Come Down" referring to the reverse manner in which they watched him go up?


Just thinking, that's all . . .

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