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Good Friday 2024
a month ago
Thoughts on this day from a Roman perspective...
I am a legionnaire. I love my nation. I love my century. A hundred brothers I can rely on. We have stood together, fought together, built together, and buried our honored dead. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. We have brought law and order from the northern countries to this desolate waste of a desert. If you safely walk a road, it is because the legion makes it so. If you till the land without fear of raiders, it is our garrison that keeps them at bay. If your daughters were not harassed by a pack of drunk idiots at the tavern, it is probably because we were in another area.
Some day I hope to have a small plot of land myself. Where I can raise my own family and live in peace.
But that is not today.
It all started earlier this week. Some big holy festival for the locals, celebrating their escape from the Egyptians, I think? Heh, Egyptians, we beat them a couple decades ago…
Anyways, that always stirs up the radicals. Zealots, they try hitting us, poisioning wells. Assassination attempts. They never learn. Rome isn’t going away any time soon.
So here comes the latest “savior” riding in on a colt in some poor man’s victory parade. You could hear them shouting all over the city. They can be happy. When they start shouting “Death to Rome.” Well then, lessons need to be taught, again.
So, who is this new guy? Weird sort. Rumors and stories had filtered in from the countryside, he’s some sort of a teacher? Son of a carpenter out of some random small town. Possibly illegitimate. Who knows? But he doesn’t seem to be the violent sort. He draws a crowd wherever he goes. Grapevine says he even helped out one of the centurions, healing the man’s slave, really? If he’s a pacifist, maybe he will be tolerable.
But, I was wrong! He rolls into town, then into the temple, and the first thing he does is makes a whip and starts beating the moneychangers and merchants in the courtyard, emptying the place out! Yeah, Roman coin isn’t good enough for the religious nobility in their sacred spot, but it is good enough for their pockets! This guy wasn’t having any of it.
It was only a matter of time. Last night the cohort was called out to make an arrest.
“Who?”
“The son of a god!”
“Which one?” Followed by laughter...
“The one that wiped out the Egyptian army. The one that killed 100,000 Assyrians in one night. The one who empowered a man to slay a thousand soldiers with the jawbone of an ass...”
Never underestimate your enemy. This could be a very long night or a very short night…
And the answer is, of course, yes. It was the hero of Sunday, his words finally catching up with him. You don’t talk crap on those in power and expect to not get negative attention. There was a bit of a scuffle at the beginning. Someone drew a sword and attacked one of the high priest’s servants, but that all came to nothing. In the end all his men fled and we had our prisoner to escort.
And escort we did, to the religious court, to Pilate, to Herod, back to Pilate again. Sometimes, I hate this job. The people that were calling this man a savior a few days ago now want his blood. The mob is a fickle thing. I can’t wait to be done with this area.
Beaten, flogged, humiliated, abandoned. I could almost feel bad for the guy. It could be worse, it could be me! (Ha!)
So we get the demigod to the top of the hill and nail him to the cross, with two other murderers. Normal people understand what is about to befall them. You learn all kinds of fascinating facts about your cultural and parental heritage, your fate in the next life, something about fleas in your armpits, and cursing, lots and lots of cursing.
And we got that from the two murderers. Nothing amazing to write about. But the demigod? We was weird, insane? I don’t know.
“Daddy, forgive them for they don’t know what they are doing!”
That was new… Why would he say something like that? If he couldn’t resist Roman authority, his nation couldn’t resist Roman authority, what on Earth could his father do?
Crucifixion is a bad way to go. I’ve seen people last for days up on the cross before exhaustion and exposure finally kill them. The end always comes with a whimper, if that. They are completely drained when death finally comes for them.
This one was different. He was there three hours. He bore the mockery of the crowd, gave his mother to his best friend, I assume. Then he decided enough was enough. I could recognize “The debt has been paid.” And with a loud cry, he was gone.
The sky went black. Oh yeah, maybe daddy was not a random carpenter, or some other local, but in fact the God that slew armies when He saw fit.
The ground began to shake.
Well, crap. We just murdered the Son of God?
The wind picked up. People fled for their lives. All hades was breaking loose and we were at the apex. Many of my brothers fled, but the centurion remained. If he was there I was there.
The order came to break the legs of all the condemned. That ended the crucifixion. Without being able to stand, you couldn’t breathe and you suffocated under your own weight. I grabbed a sledge and went to the middle. Why did I pick Him?
The earth shook and I dropped my implement. I looked up at the cross, and the body being shaken like a ragdoll.
“He’s dead, sir!”
The centurion tossed me a spear. “Make certain!” Instinctively I turned and rammed it home into my target. The point sank in well over a hand’s length. I am about to be covered by the blood of the Son of God...
The ground shook again, I could not move, the blade came free and out of the wound poured… water…
I fell to my knees under the cross, waiting to be destroyed.
Behind me the centurion removed his helmet. “Truly, this man was the Son of God.”
We were not destroyed. The wind died down, and the ground stopped moving. Quiet returned. We remained guarding the dead until word came from Pilate that someone had requested the corpse be taken down. We did as ordered.
Something tells me, this isn’t over, but only the beginning of something else. I don’t know what. Will I be ready for it?
I am a legionnaire. I love my nation. I love my century. A hundred brothers I can rely on. We have stood together, fought together, built together, and buried our honored dead. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. We have brought law and order from the northern countries to this desolate waste of a desert. If you safely walk a road, it is because the legion makes it so. If you till the land without fear of raiders, it is our garrison that keeps them at bay. If your daughters were not harassed by a pack of drunk idiots at the tavern, it is probably because we were in another area.
Some day I hope to have a small plot of land myself. Where I can raise my own family and live in peace.
But that is not today.
It all started earlier this week. Some big holy festival for the locals, celebrating their escape from the Egyptians, I think? Heh, Egyptians, we beat them a couple decades ago…
Anyways, that always stirs up the radicals. Zealots, they try hitting us, poisioning wells. Assassination attempts. They never learn. Rome isn’t going away any time soon.
So here comes the latest “savior” riding in on a colt in some poor man’s victory parade. You could hear them shouting all over the city. They can be happy. When they start shouting “Death to Rome.” Well then, lessons need to be taught, again.
So, who is this new guy? Weird sort. Rumors and stories had filtered in from the countryside, he’s some sort of a teacher? Son of a carpenter out of some random small town. Possibly illegitimate. Who knows? But he doesn’t seem to be the violent sort. He draws a crowd wherever he goes. Grapevine says he even helped out one of the centurions, healing the man’s slave, really? If he’s a pacifist, maybe he will be tolerable.
But, I was wrong! He rolls into town, then into the temple, and the first thing he does is makes a whip and starts beating the moneychangers and merchants in the courtyard, emptying the place out! Yeah, Roman coin isn’t good enough for the religious nobility in their sacred spot, but it is good enough for their pockets! This guy wasn’t having any of it.
It was only a matter of time. Last night the cohort was called out to make an arrest.
“Who?”
“The son of a god!”
“Which one?” Followed by laughter...
“The one that wiped out the Egyptian army. The one that killed 100,000 Assyrians in one night. The one who empowered a man to slay a thousand soldiers with the jawbone of an ass...”
Never underestimate your enemy. This could be a very long night or a very short night…
And the answer is, of course, yes. It was the hero of Sunday, his words finally catching up with him. You don’t talk crap on those in power and expect to not get negative attention. There was a bit of a scuffle at the beginning. Someone drew a sword and attacked one of the high priest’s servants, but that all came to nothing. In the end all his men fled and we had our prisoner to escort.
And escort we did, to the religious court, to Pilate, to Herod, back to Pilate again. Sometimes, I hate this job. The people that were calling this man a savior a few days ago now want his blood. The mob is a fickle thing. I can’t wait to be done with this area.
Beaten, flogged, humiliated, abandoned. I could almost feel bad for the guy. It could be worse, it could be me! (Ha!)
So we get the demigod to the top of the hill and nail him to the cross, with two other murderers. Normal people understand what is about to befall them. You learn all kinds of fascinating facts about your cultural and parental heritage, your fate in the next life, something about fleas in your armpits, and cursing, lots and lots of cursing.
And we got that from the two murderers. Nothing amazing to write about. But the demigod? We was weird, insane? I don’t know.
“Daddy, forgive them for they don’t know what they are doing!”
That was new… Why would he say something like that? If he couldn’t resist Roman authority, his nation couldn’t resist Roman authority, what on Earth could his father do?
Crucifixion is a bad way to go. I’ve seen people last for days up on the cross before exhaustion and exposure finally kill them. The end always comes with a whimper, if that. They are completely drained when death finally comes for them.
This one was different. He was there three hours. He bore the mockery of the crowd, gave his mother to his best friend, I assume. Then he decided enough was enough. I could recognize “The debt has been paid.” And with a loud cry, he was gone.
The sky went black. Oh yeah, maybe daddy was not a random carpenter, or some other local, but in fact the God that slew armies when He saw fit.
The ground began to shake.
Well, crap. We just murdered the Son of God?
The wind picked up. People fled for their lives. All hades was breaking loose and we were at the apex. Many of my brothers fled, but the centurion remained. If he was there I was there.
The order came to break the legs of all the condemned. That ended the crucifixion. Without being able to stand, you couldn’t breathe and you suffocated under your own weight. I grabbed a sledge and went to the middle. Why did I pick Him?
The earth shook and I dropped my implement. I looked up at the cross, and the body being shaken like a ragdoll.
“He’s dead, sir!”
The centurion tossed me a spear. “Make certain!” Instinctively I turned and rammed it home into my target. The point sank in well over a hand’s length. I am about to be covered by the blood of the Son of God...
The ground shook again, I could not move, the blade came free and out of the wound poured… water…
I fell to my knees under the cross, waiting to be destroyed.
Behind me the centurion removed his helmet. “Truly, this man was the Son of God.”
We were not destroyed. The wind died down, and the ground stopped moving. Quiet returned. We remained guarding the dead until word came from Pilate that someone had requested the corpse be taken down. We did as ordered.
Something tells me, this isn’t over, but only the beginning of something else. I don’t know what. Will I be ready for it?
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