Tuesday, March 27, 2018

How Deep The Father's Love For Us

We sang this Sunday.  I sometimes try to picture myself in the scene when reading scripture or singing worship lyrics.

When I came to the words "Behold the man upon a cross/ My sin upon his shoulders/" I imagined contritely and gratefully loading my sins there. I didn't know the song.  I didn't know the next lines would destroy me.
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice, Call out among the scoffers
No, I would not have been worshipful and repectful had I been there, would I? I would most likely have been like the others. I imagined hearing my own voice in the crowd. I knew it was true, and I was ashamed.

There was a book of historical fiction, or perhaps a murder mystery that my wife told me about years ago. An artist had painted the crowd at the crucifixion, and by some trick or miracle, everyone who saw the painting saw their own face there. (If you know it, please identify it for us.) The people resented the artist, and she thinks she remembers, killed him.  The detective called in to solve the mystery sees his own face in the painting as well.


james said...

When we join in the sacrificial meal, perhaps we are joining in responsibility for killing the sacrifice too.

Texan99 said...

I always wondered how Christians could bitterly hate the Jews because "they killed Christ." Are there really people who don't recognize themselves in the crowd? How many outcasts have we befriended at the cost of sharing their destruction at the hands of the powers that be? At best, we might hope we would have come out as well as St. Paul, first opposing the crazy new sect and upholding the purity of the old religion, and only later repenting after Christ appeared bodily to explain his error.