The Passion of Jesus the Christ

For Christians around the world, today is Passion Friday – the day we remember the trial and execution of Jesus of Nazareth, for the trumped up charges of blasphemy.  Jesus was killed by crucifixion for proclaiming his Oneness with God, a crime apparently punishable by death.  (Personally, I believe there were political motivations behind his execution, but in the end, we will never really know).  Passion Friday is a day, not of celebration, but of mourning – mourning the death of one of humanity’s greatest teachers and mourning the unhealed wound of humanity that permits us to be so cruel.  The good news is that the Jesus story does not end with the crucifixion, neither does the journey of humanity.  But for today, we are invited to reflect on the crucifixion and the qualities of a man that gave him the strength and courage to face one of the greatest examples of human injustice. 

As we commemorate Passion Friday, we are invited to place ourselves in the midst of the scenes of Jesus’ arrest, trial, sentencing, journey to the cross and crucifixion.  We can place ourselves either in the place of Jesus himself or one of the witnesses to these events and allow ourselves to feel the emotions of being part of this experience.  To assist in that reflection, I have attached a  film clip from the movie Jesus of Nazareth:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Qr1E2_Nwtg

If you prefer, below is the scriptural account taken from John’s gospel:

Jesus went out with his disciples across the Kidron valley to where there was a garden, into which he and his disciples entered. Judas his betrayer also knew the place, because Jesus had often met there with his disciples. So Judas got a band of soldiers and guards from the chief priests and the Pharisees and went there with lanterns, torches, and weapons. Jesus, knowing everything that was going to happen to him, went out and said to them, “Whom are you looking for?” They answered him, “Jesus the Nazorean.” He said to them, “I AM.” Judas his betrayer was also with them.  When he said to them, “I AM, “ they turned away and fell to the ground. So he again asked them, “Whom are you looking for?”  They said, “Jesus the Nazorean.” Jesus answered, “I told you that I AM. So if you are looking for me, let these men go.” This was to fulfill what he had said,  “I have not lost any of those you gave me.”

Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it, struck the high priest’s slave, and cut off his right ear. The slave’s name was Malchus.  Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword into its scabbard.  Shall I not drink the cup that the Father gave me?”

So the band of soldiers, the tribune, and the Jewish guards seized Jesus, bound him, and brought him to Annas first. He was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, who was high priest that year. It was Caiaphas who had counseled the Jews that it was better that one man should die rather than the people.

Simon Peter and another disciple followed Jesus. Now the other disciple was known to the high priest, and he entered the courtyard of the high priest with Jesus. But Peter stood at the gate outside. So the other disciple, the acquaintance of the high priest, went out and spoke to the gatekeeper and brought Peter in. Then the maid who was the gatekeeper said to Peter, “You are not one of this man’s disciples, are you?” He said, “I am not.” Now the slaves and the guards were standing around a charcoal fire that they had made, because it was cold, and were warming themselves. Peter was also standing there keeping warm.

The high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and about his doctrine. Jesus answered him, “I have spoken publicly to the world. I have always taught in a synagogue or in the temple area where all the Jews gather, and in secret I have said nothing.  Why ask me? Ask those who heard me what I said to them. They know what I said.” When he had said this, one of the temple guards standing there struck Jesus and said, “Is this the way you answer the high priest?”

Jesus answered him, “If I have spoken wrongly, testify to the wrong; but if I have spoken rightly, why do you strike me?”

Then Annas sent him bound to Caiaphas the high priest.

Now Simon Peter was standing there keeping warm. And they said to him, “You are not one of his disciples, are you?” He denied it and said, “I am not.” One of the slaves of the high priest, a relative of the one whose ear Peter had cut off, said, “Didn’t I see you in the garden with him?” Again Peter denied it. And immediately the cock crowed.

Then they brought Jesus from Caiaphas to the praetorium.  It was morning. And they themselves did not enter the praetorium, in order not to be defiled so that they could eat the Passover. So Pilate came out to them and said, “What charge do you bring against this man?”

They answered and said to him, “If he were not a criminal, we would not have handed him over to you.” At this, Pilate said to them, “Take him yourselves, and judge him according to your law.” The Jews answered him, “We do not have the right to execute anyone, “ in order that the word of Jesus might be fulfilled that he said indicating the kind of death he would die.

So Pilate went back into the praetorium and summoned Jesus and said to him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” Jesus answered, “Do you say this on your own or have others told you about me?”  Pilate answered, “I am not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief priests handed you over to me. What have you done?” Jesus answered, “My kingdom does not belong to this world. If my kingdom did belong to this world, my attendants would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews. But as it is, my kingdom is not here.” So Pilate said to him, “Then you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say I am a king. For this I was born and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.”

Pilate said to him, “What is truth?” When he had said this, he again went out to the Jews and said to them, “I find no guilt in him. But you have a custom that I release one prisoner to you at Passover. Do you want me to release to you the King of the Jews?” They cried out again, “Not this one but Barabbas!” Now Barabbas was a revolutionary.

 Then Pilate took Jesus and had him scourged. And the soldiers wove a crown out of thorns and placed it on his head, and clothed him in a purple cloak, and they came to him and said, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they struck him repeatedly.

Once more Pilate went out and said to them, “Look, I am bringing him out to you, so that you may know that I find no guilt in him.” So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple cloak. And he said to them, “Behold, the man!” When the chief priests and the guards saw him they cried out, “Crucify him, crucify him!”

Pilate said to them, “Take him yourselves and crucify him. I find no guilt in him.”

The Jews answered, “We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die, because he made himself the Son of God.”

Now when Pilate heard this statement, he became even more afraid, and went back into the praetorium and said to Jesus, “Where are you from?” Jesus did not answer him. So Pilate said to him, “Do you not speak to me? Do you not know that I have power to release you and I have power to crucify you?”

Jesus answered him, “You would have no power over me if it had not been given to you from above. For this reason the one who handed me over to you has the greater sin.”Consequently, Pilate tried to release him; but the Jews cried out,“If you release him, you are not a Friend of Caesar. Everyone who makes himself a king opposes Caesar.” When Pilate heard these words he brought Jesus out and seated him on the judge’s bench in the place called Stone Pavement, in Hebrew, Gabbatha. It was preparation day for Passover, and it was about noon. And he said to the Jews, “Behold, your king!”

They cried out, “Take him away, take him away!  Crucify him!”

Pilate said to them,“Shall I crucify your king?”

The chief priests answered, “We have no king but Caesar.”

Then he handed him over to them to be crucified.

So they took Jesus, and, carrying the cross himself, he went out to what is called the Place of the Skull, in Hebrew, Golgotha. There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, with Jesus in the middle. Pilate also had an inscription written and put on the cross. It read, “Jesus the Nazorean, the King of the Jews.” Now many of the Jews read this inscription, because the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city; and it was written in Hebrew, Latin, and Greek. So the chief priests of the Jews said to Pilate, “Do not write ‘The King of the Jews,’ but that he said, ‘I am the King of the Jews’.”

Pilate answered, “What I have written, I have written.”

When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his clothes and divided them into four shares, a share for each soldier. They also took his tunic, but the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from the top down. So they said to one another, “Let’s not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it will be, “ in order that the passage of Scripture might be fulfilled that says: They divided my garments among them, and for my vesture they cast lots. This is what the soldiers did.

Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.

When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

After this, aware that everything was now finished, in order that the Scripture might be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I thirst.”There was a vessel filled with common wine. So they put a sponge soaked in wine on a sprig of hyssop and put it up to his mouth.  When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, “It is finished.” And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit.

1 thought on “The Passion of Jesus the Christ

  1. I remember when I was growing up how Good Friday seemed so very different from other days. Going to Catholic schools all of my life we were always off on Good Friday.Invariably the day would start out very nicely,sun shining and warm. As the time came ,noon ,when we were told that jesus was on the cross those millenium ago ,the weather would shift,dark clouds of threatening and somber greys would bellow in,swirling and overcast befitting the mood. My mother would always sanction us to be quiet for those three hours. While we weren’t exactly meditating as I didn’t even know what that meant at 12 yrs old, we were having quiet thinking time dwelling what Jesus did for us and how us horrible sinners put him on the cross. It was a horrific responsiblity that weighed on me greatly causing deep guilt,a sense of terrible ugliness in my humanity and feeling such great sorrow and shame. There was no place to go with all of these feelings. And then seriously at 3:00 those skies would clear.I was so reelvied it was over with.
    And then magicaly on Easter Sunday all was forgiven ,Jesus was whole and alive ,I was accepted and loved. And chocolate was involved so how great was that!
    On one hand the humanity of Jesus was never really allowed for or dicussed in the way Catholicism was in those days so evenmore so this caused Jesus to be only seen as the God-man(man infused with super abilities so was the suffering etc really that bad as he supernaturally overcame all of these punsihments-how could I relate to thjat so far above me (as that was another piece-he willingly carried my punishment)so that just heaped another layer of what do I do with this on me as well. I am certain I am not alone in this version of Good Friday.
    How refreshing it is now to me to see the humanity in Jesus,the vulnerability the struggle with death and life,loss,grief and oneness with us,not against us as I onced beleived. Now I can see him in His Glory which is Love’s example of the journey of humanity and humility in the most profound sense. We all are on this journey if we recognize it as the journey of a lifetime that takes a life time with big adn little deaths. While it is my belief that Jesus is the Son of God it is my deeper belief that I am his daughter and deeply loved not out of some responsibility or default position for those poor humans that I have to go down there and save but because of Great Love and Oneness.
    Being part of the community of faith and teaching with Authentic Freedom has been a huge piece of this trasnformation and I am deeply grateful to Lauri as one of those teachers.

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