Remembering the Cross
Far too often, when I take it communion, I let the whole experience wash over me. Not that anything magical happens in taking communion, but it’s a time of remembrance - of what Father God allowed on our behalf and of what Christ carried out and endured because of what we have done, because we needed a way out of our sin infested lives.
And yet there I sit, wanting to rush off home - “it’s been a long week”, “I need some ‘me time’”. Shame on me, missing the whole point of why we have communion, willing to brush aside the very foundation of my faith! The best I can muster is a couple of minutes reflection and a thankful prayer, but lets face it as soon as I get home it will be forgotten as I am consumed with thoughts of the week ahead.
So this post on the reality of the crucifixion is for those who easily gloss over what it cost, for those who take for granted what took place, for those like me:
Pilate had Jesus flogged. The usual procedure was to bare the upper body and tie the hands to a pillar before whipping with a three-pronged whip. Then Jesus was led away and turned over to a group of soldiers who stripped him and put on a robe. They twisted together a crown of thorns and placed it upon Jesus’ head, though I wonder if it was so much placed as pushed into his head, lets face it he wasn’t exactly favoured! He was then struck time and again, resulting in a face covered in bruises.
