Note: For Easter Week, based on the canonical gospel accounts and, particularly John 20, my imagined journal entries in an equally imaginary recently discovered mid-first century manuscript, translated from the original Aramaic, of a previously unknown and yet unnamed follower of Jesus of Nazareth.
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I was a fool! Up until the end…the very end, I knew that Jesus would win.
When they arrested him in the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus did nothing. I thought he was biding his time.
When they took him before King Herod, Jesus did nothing. I thought he was biding his time.
When they took him before Pontius Pilate, Jesus did nothing. I thought he was biding his time.
When Pilate took him before the crowd, declaring, “Ecce homo, behold the man,” bidding that the people decide Jesus’ fate, Jesus did nothing. The people cried, “Crucify him, crucify him!” Jesus did nothing. I hoped he was biding his time.
When the soldiers stripped him, spit on him, scourged him with whips, the leather bands wrapped around bits of bone, tearing at his flesh, Jesus did nothing. I prayed he was biding his time.
When they took him to Calvary’s hill and nailed him to the cross, I cried, “Finally, Jesus will do something! Now, he will demonstrate his power! Now, the armies of angels will come to his aid!”
Truth to tell, I only had this image in my mind. I was not there on that hill. I was not there when they crucified my Lord. I ran away.
And, in the end, Jesus did nothing, but die!
© 2021 PRA
occasional observations of mind and heart, soul and spirit 
Thank you Paul!!
I know I would have run away too!! Watching someone die would be too much for me! When I was about 8 years away old my grandma fell in the backyard. I couldn’t think of anything else to do, so I ran. More than 50 years later I’m still ashamed that I didn’t help her. Thankfully I did alert my grandfather as I ran by and he helped her up and she wasn’t hurt.
For me, the one other thing Jesus did other than die was to teach us the important lesson about forgiveness!
Love!
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Loretta, reading your life’s vignette of watching your grandmother fall and your reaction (a moment in time of which I’ve not heard you recount) prompts for me the immediate recognition of the manifold stories we have in the banks of memories, which can be triggered and released (shared, written, spoken) by some unanticipated stimulus. I thank you for sharing it. A powerful, poignant recollection, indeed!
As for Jesus’ forgiveness of his disciples — then and now — when they abandoned him and when we fall short in our Christian walk, thanks be to God!
Love
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