WERE YOU THERE?

WERE YOU THERE?

It’s the day after Good Friday. Peter must still be feeling the sting of his betrayal. What had he said when his master foretold of these events?

“Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.” (Matthew 26:35) And yet. . .

Iscariot took it too hard. Like Peter, he too had betrayed his Lord, but for thirty pieces of silver too many. Had greed seeped into his heart? “Oh, Jesus what have I done?” The money man could not wait too long, and had taken his life. To cut things short.

“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” the crowd roared for blood– innocent blood. But was it worth it? If only they knew it was the way he must go all along. “…but why had he allowed himself to be misled by the Pharisees?” one man must have thought in his sleep the night before. The universe must have responded to the slay of the innocent with tectonic shifts and an eclipse that still baffled him. “Dear me, who was this man?” But it was done.

Pilate had washed his hands of his involvement in Christ’s suffering, but the memory of his sentencing an innocent man to death must have still lingered on in his mind. What could he have done differently? Why had he allowed it? But could anyone blame him?

Herod must have still been thinking, “Why did he call himself King? King of the Jews indeed!” amused that the Rabbi had fallen deep into ironical decay.

But in all that happened yesterday, where were you? In all of this, were you there? Pastor, and Christian Hiphop artist Shai Linne presents a unique perspective to Christ’s tragedy with his song. Here are a few lines:

This story starts at the climax, we find that time's lapsed- don't mind that
It's kind of like a night cap filled with divine acts
We zoom in the lens on Christ's agony in the garden
Doomed for His friends- it had to be for the pardon
And delivery from misery of kids who speak wickedly
Sinfully, inwardly slick with the iniquity
We see disciples sleep and mock today with a lot to say
But we do the same thing when we don't watch and pray
Like Judas, we sell Christ out to get the treasure
Whether it's the cheddar or forbidden pleasure
Like the chief priests, we want Christ to surrender
But we want Him out the way when He doesn't fit our agenda
Like Peter, we have misplaced, fleshly confidence
But we'll deny the Lord when faced with deadly consequence
Like Herod, we're curious about Christ because He's famous
But we quickly get bored with Him when He doesn't entertain us
Like Pilate, we see Christ and find nothing wrong with Him
But when the world chooses the wicked, we go right along with them
Despite His kindness, we seek to do our Maker violence
The fallenness of humanity at its finest
So now He stands before the crowd doomed to die
An angry mob who's yelling out 'crucify'
The way they treat the Lord of glory is debased and it's foul
But you miss the point if you don't see your face in the crowd

Such profound words to think about.

Were you there?

The song by Shai Linne bears the same name as the title of this piece– Were you there?

Ebo Ferguson