Saturday Thoughts
It's Holy Week, and here in blog-land I want to celebrate that! Check out the posts on Palm Sunday , righteous anger , and service if you missed them. In the tale of Christ's death, I am the antagonist. I am Peter. In the moments when I should stand up for my faith and defend all that Christ is, I stay silent. I claim that I will never fall away, but when push comes to shove, the rooster crows and I've disowned Him three times. I am Judas. I spend personal time with Jesus and think I know Him really well, yet there are still times when our relationship is strained. It's then that I turn him over to be arrested for a measly thirty silver pieces. Hey, it seemed right at the time. I am Pilate. I give in to peer-pressure and conform to the crowd, both denying Jesus and saying that it's not my fault. I am the governor's soldiers. I mock Jesus--maybe not out loud, but sometime in action. I spit on Him. I strike Him. I divide up His clothes and cast them out...