All Kinds of Folks at the Cross

Jesus said, “Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” And they divided up His clothes by casting lots. Luke 23:34 ESV

If we were to wind the clock back to that dark day, we would discover that, just like today, there were many different kinds of people huddled around the cross. The loudest, though by no means the largest group were the mockers. These were the high priests, their political cohorts, and the brutal interrogators of Jesus. They beat Him, spit on Him, whipped Him and then sent Him on His way up the hill called “The Skull.” These were delighted to see Jesus ripped from the safety of his circle of followers, and the crowds who loved listening to His teaching. This teacher who had put in jeopardy their grasp on power was now reduced to a mass of welts and wounds and on His way to a humiliating execution.

The second and perhaps largest group around the cross were the ignorers. They passed by in curiosity, perhaps shuddering for a moment, and then went on their way. Though some were a bit more respectable than the drunken soldiers gambling for the clothing of Jesus, they were no more interested in His death than any other event of that day.

But one small group, including the mother of Jesus, a few friends and one disciple, stood watching and seeping while Jesus suffered those six long hours that fateful afternoon. One would imagine that in His suffering Jesus would have responded with indignation, or anger. He had come so far from the day He left Heaven and come to that humble manger in Bethlehem. Since the night of His birth Herod and others had looked for ways to snuff Him. There at the cross they were sure they had finally succeeded, and yet the words from the lips of our Savior were nothing as anyone could imagine. Instead of anger, He had forgiveness, and in place of despair, He gave the promise of paradise to a thief by His side. Though He was wearing the crown of thorns, He was not to be denied the crown of Life He would soon wear in Heaven. Though the soldiers had stripped Him naked and gambled for His earthly clothing, His Father had a robe that shone like the sun, for Him to wear when He came home. And for those who wept He gave the promise that their sorrow would soon be turned to joy. Today Jesus still cries “Father forgive them.” His merciful invitation is for mockers and mourners alike. The forgiveness Jesus offers is for disciples and drunken soldiers, thieves, and trusted friends, and best of all for you and for me. Come to the cross. Open your heart for Him to forgive you and make you His very own!

Would Taste For the Sins of Us All

In the garden the serpent showed me the fruit
With a beauty and fragrance within
But I did not know that its razor-sharp seed
Lay hidden down under its skin

It glowed with desire and was sweet to the taste
With a promise of wisdom and powers
But its poison-tipped blade cut right to my heart
Leaving sin among withering flowers

Oh where is the healing, and where is the balm
For my heart and my soul and my mind?
A pathway to carry me all the way home
And the Father who I left behind

Then suddenly I saw I was there at the cross
And I wept at the wound in His side
And the nails and the crown and the noise of the crowd
And His blood that flowed down like the tide

I saw in His hand was the husk of that fruit
Filled with vinegar and bitter gall
That was pressed to the lips of my Savior that He
Would taste for the sins of us all
Would taste for the sins of us all

They gave him vinegar to drink mingled with gall: and when he had tasted thereof,
he would not drink.” Matthew 27:34 KJV


"Would taste for the sins of us all"
by Peter Caligiuri
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God Gently Stooped

The sixth day in morning
The Lord God stooped down
Ans scooped clay from the earth
To form man from the ground
He bent down lower still
To breathe life into him
Then smiled to see – Man’s first day begin

Then one night in Bethlehem
He stooped down once more
And came into our world
Above a stable floor
Then bent lower still
To give His life for us
Breathing out His last– On Golgotha’s hill

Then friends came to take Him down
And laid Him in the tomb
Gently wrapped in cloth
Then left for their home
But God bent once more
To where Christ lay alone
Gently stooping down – Rolling back the stone

God Gently Stooped
by Peter Caligiuri
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