Road to the Cross: Game On!

Dear Reader, thank you for joining me on the road to the cross. My heart leaps to share the old, old story that remains new. Please accept my humble accounting of the treacherous path Jesus and His followers took to the cross, and gloriously beyond. 
(Road to the Cross will continue during our visits this Lenten season.)
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How can they be so stoic, so cold? How can they do this horrible thing to One who came only to bring the good news of reconciliation to God? Have they no souls?

Do these soldiers have no brothers or sons? 

Could they feel nothing? Did splinters pierce their calloused hands as they held his to that wretched cross? Their muscles strained against coarse tunics. Hands and feet stained by spurts of blood of the only Son of God. How could they have committed this atrocity if they had felt anything?


17 So they took Jesus, and he went out, bearing his own cross, to the place called the place of a skull, which is called in Hebrew Gol′gotha. 18 There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, and Jesus between them. 
​John 19: 17-18 RSV

They tortured and hung my Savior on the cross to die. They crucified him like He was a criminal, then sat down in the shadow of His cross to gamble for His clothes. I could hear them call to others that the game was on. They played while my Savior died.

23 When the soldiers had crucified Jesus they took his garments and made four parts, one for each soldier; also his tunic. But the tunic was without seam, woven from top to bottom; 24 so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfil the scripture,
“They parted my garments among them,
and for my clothing they cast lots.”

John 19: 23-24 RSV

And Mary watched it all. Are these men so detached from humanity that they are blind to the devotion and devastation of families? They cast lots for His only earthly possession, perhaps woven by Mary, as she watched and wept.

Were their ears deaf as His words of consolation and care scraped across bruised and bloody lips? Were their hearts so hardened that they couldn’t see the love of God poured out from the shadow of the cross? 


25 So the soldiers did this. But standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Mag′dalene. 26 When Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” 27 Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.
John 19: 25-27 RSV

Am I strong enough, faithful and trusting enough, to comfort my Savior’s mother? What were the promises He shared with us? What do we do next? 

2 thoughts on “Road to the Cross: Game On!”

  1. Wow, Alice. Thank you for this heartfelt, passionate reflection of what Jesus suffered. I am so grateful for His sacrificial love. Thank you, too, for the Advent cards. Love and blessings to you!

    1. Dear Trudy, I apologize for being so delinquent in responding to your comment. I hope the Advent cards are resonating to you. Blessings as we look forward to celebrating our Risen Savior!

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