One of the Reasons That Drew Me to This Story

Our faith is based on an NC-17 event that took place two thousand years ago at a public place where many of the people gathered there had come solely for entertainment. Even though it was our Lord who was crucified there, we don’t want to look. The scenes are filled with R-rated language, full-frontal nudity, and violence that is both grotesque and gratuitous.

I would never want my children to go there and be exposed to such things.

But I would want to go there.

I would want to stand with John and Jesus’ mother and the other women who stood there, watching, weeping, wondering how such a bad thing could happen to such a good man. I would want to be there to pray for him. I would want him, when he had the strength to open his eyes, to see that he was surrounded by the faces of those who loved him. And I would want one of those faces to be mine.

I would want to be there so I could look into his eyes, and so he could look into mine. I would want to be there to tell him how much I loved him, and hope that, at some point, he would have the strength to tell me. I would want to hear what he had to say to God who had forsaken him, to the ones who had cursed him, and to the ones who had crucified him.

I would want to see how he suffered and how he died.

Because it was for me that he suffered and for me that he died.

I would want to be there so I would never forget what happened there.

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November 15, 2013 · 4:58 pm

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