It was just another day for the soldiers. Another crucifixion to get ready for. One of these men, they said, claimed to be king of the Jews. This man king? Ha! That's hilarious..He looked nothing like a king but only a simple man. They decided to enjoy this time at work, making cruel jokes and taunting Him. Putting an old, worn out purple robe on His shoulders. A twisted, thorn crownplaced on His head. No, not just placed but jammed, onto His head. As time came to a close, they began to prepare Him for the cross. The slow walk began, but the supposed king fell to the ground. This is where Simon was grabbed from the crowd to help carry Jesus' cross.
The walk continued, and then ended to where they were to nail Him to the cross. This man did not curse at them but willingly gave them each hand. Later, as they began the usual watch of the men dying on the cross, they began to barter over the clothes. Little did they know, this was all played out almost 1000 years ago. In Psalms 22:12-18, the story of this very moment was recorded.
A great darkness came over and fear touched their hearts. People cried out in terror and priests bemoaned what would happen. Maybe this is the time the soldiers usual routine began to change. Began to replay on the moments that led to this. The calmness of this Man that they had nailed to the cross. There was one that's heart was changed. He had taken part of the cruel ending of Jesus, but he will be in Heaven. To him, it was all a routine until the moment he awoke to see the true glory of this Man in front of him.
Do you know we can all be like this. Asleep. Preoccupied with the routine in life, totally unaware of the glory that's in front of us. The signs happening around us. So preoccupied with life and missing out in the true importance. Going to church as a routine..all well scripted..and not knowing or realizing you are in the presence of God. Life around us, the miracles each day..you won't notice if Christ isn't in your heart. There are many who think they know Him but truly are asleep. Preoccupied. Self involved. A routine. I know this because I have been there. My mom also. I was the prodigal daughter, my mother the church member all her life..thinking she had Jesus..and didn't. Asleep. Laodicean. God warns us about this in revelation. It's a dangerous place to be. It wasn't until we poured our hearts out to Christ. Spent every morning in devotion with Him before starting our day. Reading the Bible as much as we can each day. Walking throughout the day in prayer, that we woke up. We realized the times we are in. Eyes began to open to the miracles around us. Each breath a gift. Our church a most magnificent place. I can be guilty of not realizing how important at times my church can be..but I pray for a continual reminder that I am in Gods presence. This is Gods home. It's not to entertain me. Or give me what I want to hear. Only to glorify my Lord. Friends..awake from your slumber. Look around you. It is never too late. Never. If the soldier could find redemption the day that Jesus died on the cross, surely you can too if you but let Him in. The other soldiers never truly saw what was before them. They were to "preoccupied". How will you be today?
When the Roman captain in charge of the execution heard this last cry and thought of all the things that had happened that day, he praised God and said, "Surely, this was a righteous Man!"
My enemies surround me like angry bulls.
They are like the powerful bulls of Bashan, and they are all around me.
Their mouths are opened wide,
like a lion roaring and tearing at its prey.
My strength is gone,
like water poured out on the ground.
My bones have separated.
My courage is gone.
My mouth is as dry as a piece of baked pottery.
My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth.
You have left me dying in the dust.
The “dogs” are all around me,
a pack of evil people has trapped me.
They have pierced my hands and feet.I can see each one of my bones.
My enemies are looking at me;
they just keep staring.
They divide my clothes among themselves,
and they throw lots for what I am wearing.
When the captain of the Roman guard who was standing in front of the cross saw everything happening and the way Jesus died, he said with conviction, "This man was truly the Son of God!"
Book I am blogging about-
Stand at the Cross
And be changed