Did you hear about the play?
It was yesterday in every Catholic Church. The Church put on a play and the Church made all of us be actors. The Church gave us our lines.
The majority of people who acted in the play were part of the chorus and they had two important lines: “Hosanna!” and “Crucify him!”
I was part of the chorus yesterday. Yesterday the Church gave me a script to read and the Church told me that one of my lines was “Crucify him!”
And I was just an actress in the drama, a member of the chorus saying my line, “Crucify him!” Because in real life, I mean when I am not putting on act, when I don’t have a script to read, I would, never, never, say, “Crucify him!”
Oh, yes, I understand that there was this whole crowd in Jerusalem. The crowd that welcomed Christ as he rode into the city. I would have been right there, lined up against the edge of the road with the rest, waving my palm branch and yelling, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!” That’s right up my alley, really. I would have loved welcoming Jesus as King and singing his praises.
But this business of gathering outside Pilate’s office to demonstrate for Jesus’ condemnation — I mean really, now that takes some acting. That’s just not me, ya’ know. I love Jesus — I’m all about “Hosanna.” But “Crucify him!” — now that sticks in my throat. I see that line, there on the page, “Crucify him!” and a little piece of me just kind of freezes in horror. I don’t want to say that. I don’t want to be one of those people yelling “Crucify him!” I’m fine with that “Hosanna” crowd, but these people clamoring for Jesus’ death just kind of give me the creeps.
What’s that you say?
Those people who scream “Crucify him!” are the same ones who yelled “Hosanna?”
The same ones.
And they are the ones He died for?