Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 51 (v.1) - If's

Submitted: July 30, 2019

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Samuel pulled away, tears streaming, "It's Jesus!"

"What's wrong?" Robert always had issues articulating, but not today. "What is it?"

"They're leading Him away to be crucified!"

"But why? What evil has He done?" He began to be very sorrowful, his wife fled from his side

"But why? What evil has He done?" He began to be very sorrowful, his wife fled from his side. He hadn't been expecting this.

Louder and louder they shouted, "Let him be crucified!"

"Bring me water!" Pilate cried out, deciding he couldn't prevail against the multitude. He dipped his hands into the water before all, "I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it."

"His blood be on us, and our children."

Nodding, he released the murdered, scourging Jesus, delivering Him up to the throng to be crucified.

In the common hall, Jesus was stripped and given a scarlet robe to wear, a crown of ragged sharp spiky thorn plaited into the shape of a crown they pressed into His skull.

"Hail, King of the Jews!". Blasphemously, they bowed to Him, spitting on Him, hitting Him over the head with the staff.

Blood seeped into His robes once they'd had their wicked fun, putting His old clothes back on His tattered form. It was time.

"You! Simon! Help this Man," they curled their lips in wicked disdain, "Bear His cross."

No one hid, who followed Christ at that moment. They pressed into them as they made their way to Golgotha, the place of a skull.

Weeping and wailing, ladies tried to come forward to doctor the wounds of the Messiah.

Messiah?

"How can it be! We thought He would restore Israel!"

There, on Golgotha, they crucified the Lord of glory, offering Him vinegar mixed with a mild sedative, but He would not take it. Like a spectacle, He was watched. Some with horror, some with pity, some with glee.

Above His head read a crude sign, "This is Jesus, the King of the Jews."

The Jews weren't happy about that but what was written was written.

On either side of Him flanked were two thieves, also crucified. Both joined in, surprisingly, reviling and mocking Him.

The devil himself drew near, cackling accusations, whispering in the ears of select few. His. "Plant seeds of doubt," he hissed.

"Thou that destroyest the temple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself!"

"If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross."

If.

If.

"Powerless!"

"He saved others; himself he cannot save."

"If he is the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him!"

The generation that sought a sign.

"He trusted in God; let him deliver him now if he will have him: for he said, I am the Son of God."

If.

The only thing that paused the mockery was the thick darkness that fell. It wasn't time to be dark. It was foreboding from the sixth to the ninth hour.

Mary, she who bore Him, wailed, falling to her knees. John and Thaddeus stood nearby, staring in disbelief.

This had to be a nightmare!

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Jesus cried out.

A holy God cannot look upon sin. Jesus bore all man's sin at that moment.

Jesus bore all man's sin at that moment

"Look at Him, He's calling for Elias!"

A moment of pity?

"Give Him some vinegar!"

"No, leave Him alone! Let's see if Elias comes to save Him."

Estelle wept, her hand clutching Samuel's. Robert buried his face in Joel's chest, Mavy couldn't take her eyes off her Savior as He cried again and gave His life.

In a split second, when Jesus had breathed His last the veil that had separated the tabernacle from the public's entrance to the Holy of Holies that only the High Priest could enter, and only on some occasions ripped from heaven to earth, the earth heaved beneath them, rocks ripping apart. In the cemetery, many graves burst as those in Christ were resurrected.

"Truly this was the Son of God!"

 


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