It’s Good Friday, the day that Jesus, the most innocent person who ever lived, was murdered. I reread all the gospel accounts of Jesus’ passion this week, and, once again, have been reminded just how horrible and unfair and sad those last few days of Jesus’ life were.
Truth is, people were just flat out deceived. It’s shocking how many people had face-to-face encounters with Jesus yet came to the conclusion that crucifixion was the appropriate choice. That’s a sobering thought for me, considering that many of the people who drew these conclusions were ‘religious professionals’, men who had given their whole lives to studying the scriptures.
And it wasn’t just the religious elite, it was those with political power as well, namely Pilate. I find it interesting that the two places that Americans, both democrat and republican, tend to put their trust, religion and government, were both completely blind and complicate in Jesus’ death.
Now I realize that we all crucified Jesus, and that, somehow, because of our sinfulness, and in spite of our blindness, this was the Fathers plan to remedy a situation that had veered considerably off course – count me as thankful. But before we get lost in the truth it would do us good to slow down and consider not only our sinfulness, but our blindness as well.
Most of us are in touch and somewhat aware of our general ‘sinfulness’, but largely unaware of our blindness to the things of God. It seems that the disciples missed it, the religious leaders missed it, and the government certainly missed it, though Jesus wasn’t necessarily hiding anything. All this leads me back to prayer –
“God, open my eyes – let me see Jesus.”