Roman nails are long, iron and ugly.
The thought of them going into flesh is pretty gruesome.
Jesus first words are to forgive ignorance.
I guess the theory is that every time we show greed, pride, ignorance,
judgement, take away someone's reputation -
we might as well be driving the nails in.
The nails go in between the two arm bones. There's a fleshy bit there.
Feel it for yourself, press a little, you'll notice that your hand curls
toward you. There's a big nerve in there too..
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
JESUS SAID:
Father,
Forgive them,
for they know not what they do.
.
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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So you are hanging from these two nails in your arms,
and to breathe you have to raise yourself by those arms and the
nails.
Maybe it helps to be able to lever your weight off your feet. But of
course there is a nail between the bones of your feet too, and your legs
are twistied.
There's another thought : you need to breathe to speak.
So, the thief who mocked him needed to expend a lot of energy to open
his mouth and do it.
So did the other thief. I always seem to imagine those words,
Lord (heave and breathe) remember me (heave)
when you come (heave) into your kingdom.
Okay, it's morbid, lets not think about it too much .. it sometimes
took days to die. And if you didn't think about it,
you didn't breathe. Death by asphyxiation. Only Three hours.
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
JESUS SAID:
Today you will be with me in Paradise
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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| Not a lot of privacy.
Three women near the cross. One of them his mother:
Stand strong under the cross. Where are the men ?
John. John is still there.
This is real passion. No secrets. No loin cloth. Grief, pain and death.
Flies.
His mother watches them gambling, for a garment she wove him with love.
A frail, nervy woman, more abused than most watches the man who forgave
and healed, bleeding, bruised and mocked.
An elderly woman with him, with them. No need to ask what the neighbours
will think. The neighbours are telling them.
For us ? Here is our Son. In the abused fragility of a human being tortured
as part of a principle. A political and social necessity. Such a lot that
is real is 'outside' the city walls. Do we go out to look.
And yes, here is our mother. The woman who stands well..at the heart
of her own horror watching her beautiful boy what worse can they do to
her
than they are doing ?
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
JESUS SAID
Woman,
behold your Son.
Son,
behold your Mother.
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal |
JESUS SAID
My God, My God,
why hast thou forsaken me?
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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JESUS SAID
I thirst.
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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Sometimes
There isn't a lot to say.
The depth of the experience,
The sense of loss,
The abandonment
The pain
the agony..
still not more than love can bear.
The moment of completion, an inner knowledge beyond any thing we have
even a shadow or hint of.
It is over.
The pain is not gone,
The agony not over,
No rescue is at hand, save through the agony of his arms, his abrasions,
and the loving strength of his friends.
But not just over, ended, turned away from.
Finished.
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
JESUS SAID
It is finished
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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His life,
complete
gift
given.
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Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
JESUS SAID
Father,
into thy hands I commend my spirit.
Holy God,
Holy and Mighty
Holy and Immortal
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