Crucifixion isn’t special, it isn’t unique, it isn’t strange.
It was a heinous, evil, cruel, shameful form of torture,
inflicted by the Roman Empire on to all those who stood in their way –
the brigands, the terrorists, the revolutionaries,
the pretenders to the throne.
All those who stood up to the Empire and what it stood for,
all who dared to say there was a different way, a fairer way,
a better way than the Roman way was soon crushed under its power,
snuffed out from existence, thrown on to the scrap heap
as the Roman juggernaut marched on and on.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of people who, both years before and years after Jesus, died this form of execution.
They were killed not as someone who had won the fight,
but as one who had well and truly failed.
All who were whipped, beaten
and effectively stapled onto those heavy beams of wood,
left to asphyxiate until they breathed their last breath,
rolling around their shattered dreams of a different, better, fairer way
than the Roman way
as they hung there…
That must have been when they well and truly knew…
The dream. Is. Over.
The men and women standing there, followers, disciples, dreamers,
Looking up as Jesus of Nazareth is stapled to the cross must have well and truly known…
The Kingdom dream,
the dream of Jesus as King of the Jews. Is. Over.
Crucifixion isn’t special, unique or strange,
it happens today.
How many dreams and desires,
Projects and proposals,
Wishes and wise words,
Councils and communities,
Families and Friends,
Children, Men and Women,
Are still being crushed, abused, walked over, abandoned, executed
By juggernauts, empires and people who bring death?
Does evil have the last word?
Do pain and suffering and death
and all that distorts God’s good world have the last word?
Is the Kingdom dream, really and truly over?
The bystanders cry out to Jesus,
“If you’re the King, come down from the cross!”
But Jesus knows that because he is the King he must not come down.
He’s taunted by the Priests and the scribes,
the soldiers, and the criminals.
Deserted by his followers,
Abandoned by his friends,
Denied by Peter
Betrayed by Judas,
Nothing and no one is there for him,
The dream looks like its over,
But because he is the King, Jesus must not come down.
He experiences the utter abandonment of God
and as he finally screams out:
‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me.’
Maybe everything within, is screaming out to him,
“Get off that cross, do it now or the dream is over”,
But Jesus knows that he’s not to come down,
he can’t come down,
he won’t come down.
That symbol of death,
That tool of the Empire,
IS the place where the dream becomes reality.
IS the place where the Kingdom comes,
Evil, sin and death are exhausted.
Temple curtains tear in two.
God is unleashed upon the world –
Forgiveness for all,
Peace for all,
Rescue, healing and salvation for all.
Life for all from the death of the King.
‘This is my body’, Jesus says
‘This is my blood of the covenant,
Poured out for many.’
And when you’re ever left wondering
If the Empire has the final say,
If your life is nothing but a sad, pathetic existence waiting to be
If evil has the last word,
because this death, this execution, this CRUCIFIXION
Brings life to your doorstep.
Invites you to believe
Invites you to trust
Invites you to follow the King of Kings
Invites you to stop dreaming and hold out your hand
Because reality -
True, cross-bearing, world-shattering,
LIFE BRINGING REALITY
Has only just begun.