Blame us…
‘Blame us… And our
children. Just kill Jesus!’ That’s what the crowd, the mob, called out to
Pilate.
They had been worked
up by the religious leaders. They could only go along with the crowd. Its’ mob
hysteria. It is still pretty much the same 2000 years later. It starts small,
continues to go to a point where there is no turning back. The mob rules.
Several years ago in
Seattle, the Fat Tuesday celebration turned into mob violence and an innocent
young man was kicked and beaten to death while others watched.
Five people received
new life from his organ transplants. One was his heart. But, that doesn’t make
it right.
2000 years ago Jesus
hung on a cross. A victim of mob violence and a few religious leaders who saw
the law only one way.
The crowd called out,
‘Kill Him! Blame us and our children!’
Pilate washed his
hands of the matter. However he had Jesus whipped, then turned him over to the
mob. Pilate’s name is always connected to the crucifixion of Jesus. The hand
washing didn’t work.
Jesus had to die. It
was a sin issue. I’m glad He was willing. The crowd was right. The blame is on
them and their children. And me! Jesus was innocent. I’m not. Jesus died
because of my sin. To set me free. Thousands live because He died. It’s a heart
transplant.
S’more thinkin’
Wonder what would I
have done, if I had been part of the mob that morning? Would I have washed my
hands and walked away? Or would I have been caught up in the mob hysteria -
only to realize too late who Jesus was.
What am I doing
today? Am I still part of the crowd? Or do I stand away from the crowd and do
what God would have me do? What about you?
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