While I am not a Biblical scholar and make no such pretence here, I decided to sound out an idea of two. You know, an old man's privilege. Now that the bunnies have returned  to the holes to begin the work-up of the chocolate eggs for next year let us return, at least for a little while to this season.
     The Crucifixion Cross is a remembrance of a most noble sacrifice made to save all of humanity from its own nature. It is commemorated year-round for the followers but especially at Easter.
     The central question has always been, if you were asked to give your life to save your child's life, would you willingly do so? If you were ask to forfeit your life to save that of you spouse, would you do so without complaint. How about your best friend? How about one or many strangers on the train?
     What If I ask you to sacrifice yourself for me, I course, I don't want to ask you to do so but daily we all actually do just that without thought, every police officer that intervenes on our behalf, or warrior that goes in harm's way for our nation is ask that very thing by us.
     The Da Vinci Code and the discussion around it about the nature of Jesus, opened the extremely old argument in the newly born Christian Church.  Was Jesus Divine or mortal man. I guess in truth he was at the least some mortal or his beating and death on the cross could not have been possible. Was he possibly both mortal and Divine? Is his references to himself as 'The Son of Man' and also as 'The Son of The Father' just an interesting counter point? A man or woman that willing stands to pay the price for humanities collective nature and sinfully actions, might well be human before, but would be very likely Divine after paying such price for us all.
     Whether Divine or man he was ask that question posed above. Will you die for humanity? We all know his answer. He paid a terrible price for the sins of the entirety of humanity. Even as we believe that he was raised on the third day, that sadness that we feel when looking at the Crucifix may be based upon a singular though, that our natures are such that he would have to die to save us from that which we so richly deserve. From that fountain a stream of sadness flows to our eternal shame.
LEB