Just a Word on
Easter before it has Past in to Memory
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