Whether you’ve heard the Easter story a few times this week
or you’ve never heard it before, I hope you’ll pay attention to this one. The
day Jesus died was the most important moment in history. The Jewish leaders
thought they had gotten rid of somebody who was causing them lots of trouble.
Satan thought he had defeated God’s own Son! The disciples were scared out of
their minds, hiding out of fear they might be next.
But as we hear the story of the events leading up to Jesus’s
death, I hope we’ll remember one thing: God wasn’t surprised by any of this.
I’m sure it broke His heart to watch people hurt and kill His Son, but He had
the most incredible plan in mind to save us. And while everything that happened
that Friday looked like a defeat, God knew differently.
But to tell us what happened that day, I want to introduce
us to a Roman centurion named Placius. A centurion was a military commander
back in the days of the Roman empire who was in charge of 100 soldiers. Placius
was on duty the night of Jesus’s arrest… But I’m getting ahead of myself. I
should probably let him tell you the story!
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Right… well, as our narrating friend said, my name is
Placius. I’ve been stationed all over the empire, even as far north as what you
call France. But the day Jesus died, I was right at the heart of the action. I
hadn’t been stationed in Jerusalem long. Pilate, the governor in charge of the
city at the time, had called in some extra soldiers to help guard the city
during Passover.
You see, Passover is one of the biggest Jewish festivals
each year. It brought way more Jews into the city than normal, and Pilate was
afraid that if too many of them gathered together, they might start a riot. So,
to keep the peace, he called in some reserves. I was one of centurions called
in.
I remember when all the trouble started. Some of the Jewish
leaders and priests started gathering a group of men to arrest somebody. As much
as they could arrest anyone, at least. The Romans were the ones with the real
power, but the Jewish leaders would sometimes hand out punishments for people
who broke their laws. We – the Romans, I mean – didn’t mind too much, so long
as the punishments didn’t get out of hand.
Given Pilate’s fears, I decided to take some of my men and
go along with the group. I figured it would help having an “official presence”
there to remind them not to do anything foolish.
The whole time we were walking, I kept waiting for them to
start trouble. Which building are they
going to burn down? Is this all a cover-up to assassinate Pilate? But it
was nothing like that. I just kept hearing one name over and over: “Jesus.”
Again, I was new to the city, so I didn’t know much about Jesus,
but I did know He arrived earlier that week to celebrations. The people had
thrown down their coats and waved palm branches and cried out like He was their
champion. That hadn’t made Pilate too happy, but Jesus hadn’t caused us any trouble.
I guess the Jewish leaders didn’t see it that way though.
There had to be some reason they were sending a mob after Him! So I asked
around, but nobody could give me a straight answer. People said things about
Jesus “causing trouble” and “riling the people up,” but nobody could tell me
anything specific He’d done wrong.
Regardless, I knew I had to stay with the group. I didn’t
want any of their anger towards Jesus, however undeserved, to “accidentally”
spill over to burning down Jerusalem’s walls or something.
We finally came to a place just outside the city, an olive
garden called Gethsemane. There were 12 people standing there, though most of
them looked pretty tired. The guy leading our group – Judas, I think his name
was – he said he was going to point out which one we were supposed to arrest by
kissing him on the cheek.
And that’s how it began…
Judas kissed Jesus. Some of the mob went to grab him. One of
the other men with Jesus pulled out his sword and sliced somebody’s ear off. Then
Jesus got mad at the guy defending Him!!!
He says, “Don’t you realize that I could ask my Father for thousands of
angels to protect us, and He would send them instantly? But if I did, how would
the Scriptures be fulfilled that describe what must happen now?” (Matthew
26:53-54 NLT).
All I could think in that moment was This guy is crazy! I was no Jew. I wasn’t even sure I believed in
God. But here Jesus was saying that God would send angels to protect Him and
that He was fulfilling prophecy?!?
But then He did something amazing. With a whole bunch of
angry men surrounding Him, Jesus stooped down, picked up the ear that had been
cut off and placed it back on the man’s head. That’s right – Jesus healed the
man’s ear! There was no blood or scar or anything. It was like it had never
been cut off!
There was no waiting around any more, though… The mob was
getting restless, so they marched Jesus back to the house where the Jewish
leaders and priests were meeting. Given all the excitement so far, I figured
I’d better stick around to make sure nothing else got out of hand.
You could tell the Jewish leaders didn’t like Jesus. Almost
all of them were scowling and shooting Him dirty looks. There was a lot of
yelling and laughing at His expense. But for the longest time, I wasn’t sure
they were going to get anywhere.
You see, a bunch of people were accusing Him of stuff, but just
like with the mob, nobody could agree on anything. They had these wild, crazy
stories, but you could tell it was all nonsense. And Jesus just stood there silently
the whole time. Finally, two people came forward and said Jesus had threatened
to destroy the Jewish temple and that He would rebuild it in three days.
I leaned forward at that – Destroying the temple would not
be good. We’d have a bunch of angry Jews on our hands, and then that riot
Pilate was worried about really would break out!
The high priest, the priest in charge of all the others,
demanded Jesus answer, but He still stayed quiet. Then the high priest asked
Him a totally different question: “Are you the Messiah, the Son of God?” And
Jesus finally broke His silence:
“You have said it. And in the future you will see the Son of
Man seated in the place of power at God’s right hand and coming on the clouds
of heaven” (Matthew 26:64).
I learned later what this meant. Jesus had basically said
that He was the Saviour the Jews had been waiting for for years. But more than
that, He said that He wasn’t just God’s Son. He was God Himself! And for the
Jews, this was a big deal…Their law said that if anybody claimed to be God, the
punishment was death.
The high priest cried out in rage. He even tore his clothes
he was so upset! With all the tension in the air, I was still worried something
was going to burst soon! But there was one problem. You see, the Jews lived
under Roman rule, and they couldn’t execute somebody without Roman approval. So
they brought him to Pilate.
Pilate interviewed Jesus for a while, but no matter what
questions Pilate asked, he just couldn’t see anything wrong with anything Jesus
had done. He kept saying, “But He’s innocent! He’s done nothing deserving of
death!” But no matter what Pilate said or the solutions he tried to find, the mob
just shouted louder and louder, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”
My hand tightened on my sword hilt. I sent one of my
soldiers to warn my commander that we might need some more troops. This was
getting ugly fast, and Pilate realized it. If he let Jesus go, the Jews really
would rebel. The shouting got louder, the crowd started moving forward….
Pilate closed his eyes and shook his head. He walked over to
a bowl of water, washed his hands and said he was innocent of Jesus’ blood. He
was basically saying, “You are responsible for what happens to Him now, now
me.” Then he gave into their demands.
I don’t like to remember what happened next. It wasn’t
pretty. When someone is condemned to be crucified, the punishment doesn’t begin
on the cross. It begins with a beating before hand. And Jesus… well, He got it
bad.
When they finally finished beating Jesus, they led Him
through the city. He was in terrible pain, but the soldiers still expected Him
to carry His cross to the place where He would be crucified. But finally, after
a long walk and a lot of help, He made it.
The soldiers nailed Jesus to the cross. They raised it in
the air. They crucified Him.
I wasn’t there for this part. I had been scheduled to guard
the temple, so that’s where I stayed. But I can tell you this: Around noon that
day, the sky went dark. This wasn’t a solar eclipse or anything. Darkness
simply covered the world. People were scared. Then, a few hours later, I heard
a cry. A cry of deep sadness and agony, and yet somehow of peace. Jesus was
dead.
And then…
From behind me, I heart a ripping sound. I rushed into the
temple courtyards, and though the priests wouldn’t let me into the actual
building, I could see what was happening. The curtain they had at the back of
the temple was being torn in half. That curtain was tall and thick, but there
it was, tearing like it was paper. It was like God Himself was ripping the
curtain from top to bottom.
Then the earth shook. I had never experienced an earthquake
before. It felt like the entire planet was going to break apart. I saw rocks
around the courtyard split into pieces. It was like creation itself was
mourning that Jesus had died.
I even heard later that people who had died were walking
around the city that afternoon. Godly men and women had come back to life! As
if Jesus’ death had reversed death itself!
When the earthquake subsided and sunlight finally returned,
I stared up at the hill where Jesus had been crucified. Tears rushed to my
eyes. In the last 24 hours, I had seen so much pain, so much hate, so much
confusion. But at that moment, I knew one thing for sure. I turned to my
soldiers and said, “This man truly was the Son of God!” (Matthew 27:54).
I have thought back on these events many times, and I remain
convinced Jesus was innocent. I remain convinced that He really was the Son of
God, the Saviour. And not just of the Jewish people, but of us all. I remain
convinced that evil did not win the day Jesus died. Despite all the horrible
things that happened, the victory belonged to God.
Why can I say that? Because the last time I saw Jesus was
not when He was led away from Pilate’s court about to be crucified. A few weeks
later, I saw Him. He wasn’t a ghost or a phantom. It was totally, truly Jesus! He
was alive again, and that clinched it for me. He was innocent, He is God, and
He is now my Saviour!
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Jesus’s death on the cross seemed like a defeat. It seemed
like the end of God’s great plan. It seemed like everything Jesus had been
working towards would have been broken.
But God was not the one defeated that day. Jesus had died,
but His death is what saved us. When Jesus died, He took all our sins on
Himself. Every bad thing we’ve ever done and ever could do was placed on Him so
it was like He did it instead. He was punished so we wouldn’t have to be. And
when He died, all those bad things were done away with forever.
Not only that, but because Jesus died, death itself has lost
its power. We know this because people came back from the dead when He died,
and Jesus Himself came back to life a few days later. When God raised Jesus
from the dead, it proved that Jesus won the victory over sin and death on the
cross!
When we confess our sins and believe that Jesus died in our
place, we are forgiven. Our sins are wiped clean! As a result, we can live with
Him forever after we die, but more importantly, His death and resurrection mean
we can have a relationship with Him now! The curtain has been torn from top to
bottom. God doesn’t live in a temple anymore! Like we learned two weeks ago,
now He lives in us!
What looked like
God’s defeat was really His greatest victory – a victory over sin and death so we can have a relationship with God
again. And that is the greatest news in the world!
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Thanks for tuning in, all! I was going to post this on Sunday,
but I figured it fit better today. But don’t you worry – we’ll be back to
Sundays again in three weeks for another story! See you then!
~Brentagious