As we walk the way of the cross this week towards Good Friday, I have been reminded of a very simple truth.

We remember that Jesus was arrested for a crime he did not commit, questioned by the high priest then shuffled off to the office of the roman governor who would not make any decisions as to Jesus’ future but took the coward’s way out by letting the crowds decide.

Crucify him, crucify him was their demand and cry.

There’s much more to the story, I encourage you to read it in Luke 22-23. But the end of the story, Jesus is crucified, dead , buried and rose again on the third day…that’s why we celebrate Easter.

The simple thought I was led to Sunday morning was Luke 23:34

Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.

I have been gently reminded I was them. 

No, I wasn’t standing at the foot of the cross as Jesus was dying,

no I didn’t cast lots for the clothes that had been stripped off him

and no, I wasn’t there condemning him to death or yelling from the crowd to crucify.

And yet…

my sin put him on the cross, my rejection of what Jesus Christ came to do; reconcile me back to a loving Heavenly Father; was why he hung on the cross, bore the shame and agony of his Father turning away from him, yes…

I was them.

But it didn’t end there for me and it doesn’t for anyone who repents of their sin, asking forgiveness of their sin through Jesus Christ, and trusting in him for salvation, of being able to say I am now a friend of God.

It’s all right there, read for yourself in Luke 23. And no longer be among them.