When it comes to the crucifixion – I believe that the most important
thing we can hear today – is the Gospel account – that we can listen to
Scripture telling the story and letting it speak for itself.
And so we are going to be reading
almost the whole of Mark chapter 15.
We have up until now been following Mark’s account of the last week with
Jesus. We have celebrated his arrival in Jerusalem – and each day have
witnessed his teaching, his authority, and his quiet time spent with his
disciples and those he loved. Last night we meditated on the terrible suffering
Jesus went through as he struggled in the Garden of Gethsemane, as he allowed a
dear friend to betray him, as he watched those he loves, abandon him and deny
him.
We now come to the climax – this is it. Today is the day that the
greatest love the world has ever seen, gets poured out, offered up and given
for you and for me. And so we will read from the Gospel of Mark chapter 15 –
from verse one.
15 Very early
in the morning, the chief priests, with the elders, the teachers of the
law and the whole Sanhedrin, made their plans. So they bound Jesus,
led him away and handed him over to Pilate.
2 “Are you the
king of the Jews?” asked Pilate.
“You have said so,” Jesus replied.
3 The chief
priests accused him of many things. 4 So again Pilate asked him, “Aren’t you going to answer? See how many
things they are accusing you of.”
5 But Jesus
still made no reply, and Pilate was amazed.
6 Now it was
the custom at the festival to release a prisoner whom the people
requested. 7 A man called Barabbas was in prison with the insurrectionists who had
committed murder in the uprising. 8 The crowd came up and asked Pilate to do for them what he usually did.
9 “Do you want
me to release to you the king of the Jews?” asked Pilate,10 knowing it
was out of self-interest that the chief priests had handed Jesus over to
him. 11 But the chief priests stirred up the crowd to have Pilate release
Barabbas instead.
12 “What shall
I do, then, with the one you call the king of the Jews?” Pilate asked them.
13 “Crucify
him!” they shouted.
14 “Why? What
crime has he committed?” asked Pilate.
But they shouted all the louder, “Crucify him!”
15 Wanting to
satisfy the crowd, Pilate released Barabbas to them. He had Jesus
flogged, and handed him over to be crucified.
The Soldiers Mock Jesus
16 The soldiers
led Jesus away into the palace (that is, the Praetorium) and called
together the whole company of soldiers. 17 They put a purple robe on him, then twisted together a crown of thorns
and set it on him. 18 And they began to call out to him, “Hail, king of the Jews!” 19 Again and
again they struck him on the head with a staff and spit on him. Falling on
their knees, they paid homage to him. 20 And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple robe and put his
own clothes on him. Then they led him out to crucify him.
The Crucifixion of Jesus
21 A certain
man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was
passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the
cross. 22 They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means “the place
of the skull”). 23 Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take
it. 24 And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to
see what each would get.
25 It was nine
in the morning when they crucified him. 26 The written notice of the charge against him read: the king of the jews.
27 They
crucified two rebels with him, one on his right and one on his left. [28] [a]29 Those who
passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, “So! You
who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days,30 come down
from the cross and save yourself!” 31 In the same way the chief priests and the teachers of the law mocked
him among themselves. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save
himself! 32 Let this Messiah, this king of Israel, come down now from the
cross, that we may see and believe.” Those crucified with him also heaped
insults on him.
The Death of Jesus
33 At noon,
darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon.34 And at three
in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God,
my God, why have you forsaken me?”).[b]
35 When some of
those standing near heard this, they said, “Listen, he’s calling Elijah.”
36 Someone ran,
filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to
Jesus to drink. “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to take him
down,” he said.
37 With a loud
cry, Jesus breathed his last.
38 The curtain
of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. 39 And when the
centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the
Son of God!”
Taticus, the Roman historian, states concerning Judea during the whole
life and ministry of Jesus; His trial, His crucifixion and His resurrection,
one sentence "nothing of significance happened in that time during those
days." One of the greatest historians of the era could say that nothing of
importance happened in Judea when Jesus walked the earth & gave His life
for mankind. He missed it – completely. The central point of human history was
recorded as “nothing of significance”.
And while there may be many many reasons why this event may have passed
him by, I sometimes wonder if we miss the significance of today. If we leave
here this morning, or on Sunday morning and when people ask – how was Church or
how was your weekend… we respond saying – “Ja fine”… nothing of consequence
happened here really… nothing significant. We fall into the trap of getting
used to this. We talk casually about the cross and Jesus sufferings. Sometimes
we don’t understand what the cross was really like – the fact that even to this
day it is still the most heinous and cruel and degrading form of execution ever
devised. Sometimes we have simply heard the story too many times – we have
become immune to its power and its horror and its beauty.
In the story we have read though – there is someone who I believe could teach us about the significance of what has happened. And that is the
Centurion. If anyone could shrug his shoulders at the events of that day it
would have been him. As a Roman soldier crucifixions would have been common
place, they were the form of execution used as a scare tactic in order to
maintain control in the empire. At one time and a couple of years before,
around 150 men were crucified on the same day. Crucifixions were part and
parcel of this man’s job as he served his time in Judea.
So the horror and the cruelty of it probably passed him by. He was
hardened by the time and the way of life to the point that this was simply
another day at the job.
But something was different on this day. Something that changed
everything for this man.
What was it?
Was it Jesus’ innocence proclaimed by Pilate or his silence in the face
of false accusations?
Was it the way in which he took the spit of the Roman guard on his face
and instead of retaliating looked at these men with compassion?
Was it the statement he kept hearing in mockery – and that he read above
Jesus head “The King of the Jews”… and his welcoming of the one criminal into
his eternal kingdom?
Was it his pronouncement of forgiveness, his care of his mother – his
god-forsaken cry of abandonment?
Was it the terror of the earthquake and the darkness?
Whatever the Centurion saw, it was clear to him that this was no ordinary
man – this death; this cross; this suffering – this was different… and in
horrified realisation, he proclaims his own guilt by saying – This is the Son
of God… whom I have just crucified.
Can you imagine the agony and the fear involved in knowing that you
played a part in that? That you have not only innocent blood on your hands, but
the blood of Almighty God.
The realisation this morning – is that we do. Each of us here are the
reason that Jesus went to the cross. Each of us here hold the nails in our
hands. Let his blood be on our heads and on our children is what the crowd
cried out that day – and it hasn’t changed since then.
And so the truest confession we can ever make when looking at the cross
is – truly there hangs the son of God… and I crucified him.
In the 1976 film "Jesus of Nazareth,"
directed by Franco Zeffirelli, Jesus was played by the British actor Robert
Powell and another man by the name of Ernest Borgnine had a small but crucial
role as the centurion whose servant Jesus healed and who (as done with artistic
licence) was later present at the crucifixion. Borgnine recounts the story of
his scene at the cross as follows:
“When it came time for my scene during the crucifixion, the weather was chill and gray. The camera was to be focused on me at the foot of the cross, and so it was not necessary for Robert Powell, the actor who portrayed Jesus, to be there. Instead, Zeffirelli put a chalk mark on a piece of scenery beside the cameraman. "I want you to look up at that mark," he told me, "as if you were looking at Jesus."
I hesitated. Somehow I wasn’t ready. I was uneasy.
"Do you think it would be possible for somebody to read from the Bible the words Jesus said as He hung on the cross?" I asked.
I knew the words well from the days of my childhood in an Italian-American family in Connecticut, and I’d read them in preparation for the film. Even so, I wanted to hear them now.
"I will do it myself," Zeffirelli said. He found a Bible, opened it to the Book of Luke, and signaled for the camera to start rolling.
As Zeffirelli began reading Christ’s words aloud, I stared up at that chalk mark, thinking what might have gone through the centurion’s mind.
That poor Man up there, I thought. I met Him when He healed my servant who is like a son to me. Jesus says He is the Son of God, an unfortunate claim during these perilous times. But I know he is innocent of any crime.
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." The voice was Zeffirelli’s, but the words burned into me -- the words of Jesus. (Luke 23:34-46)
Forgive me, Father, for even being here, was the centurion’s prayer that formed in my thoughts. I am so ashamed, so ashamed.
"Verily I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with me in paradise," said Jesus to the thief hanging next to Him.
If Jesus can forgive that criminal, then He will forgive me, I thought. I will lay down my sword and retire to my little farm outside of Rome.
Then it happened.
As I stared upward, instead of the chalk mark, I suddenly saw the face of Jesus Christ, lifelike and clear. It was not the face of Robert Powell I was used to seeing, but the most beautiful, gentle visage I have ever known. Pain-seared, sweat-stained, with blood flowing down from thorns pressed deep, His face was still filled with compassion. He looked down at me through tragic, sorrowful eyes with an expression of love beyond description.
Then His cry rose against the desert wind. Not the voice of Zeffirelli, reading from the Bible, but the voice of Jesus Himself: "Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit."
In awe I watched Jesus’ head slump to one side. I knew He was dead. A terrible grief welled within me, and completely oblivious of the camera, I started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Cut!" yelled Zeffirelli. The women playing the roles of Mary and Mary Magdalene were crying, too. I wiped my eyes and looked up again to where I had seen Jesus. He was gone.
Whether I saw a vision of Jesus that windswept day or whether it was only something in my mind, I do not know. It doesn’t matter. For I do know that it was a profound spiritual experience and that I have not been quite the same person since. As that centurion learned two thousand years ago, I too have found that you simply cannot come close to Jesus without being changed.”
“When it came time for my scene during the crucifixion, the weather was chill and gray. The camera was to be focused on me at the foot of the cross, and so it was not necessary for Robert Powell, the actor who portrayed Jesus, to be there. Instead, Zeffirelli put a chalk mark on a piece of scenery beside the cameraman. "I want you to look up at that mark," he told me, "as if you were looking at Jesus."
I hesitated. Somehow I wasn’t ready. I was uneasy.
"Do you think it would be possible for somebody to read from the Bible the words Jesus said as He hung on the cross?" I asked.
I knew the words well from the days of my childhood in an Italian-American family in Connecticut, and I’d read them in preparation for the film. Even so, I wanted to hear them now.
"I will do it myself," Zeffirelli said. He found a Bible, opened it to the Book of Luke, and signaled for the camera to start rolling.
As Zeffirelli began reading Christ’s words aloud, I stared up at that chalk mark, thinking what might have gone through the centurion’s mind.
That poor Man up there, I thought. I met Him when He healed my servant who is like a son to me. Jesus says He is the Son of God, an unfortunate claim during these perilous times. But I know he is innocent of any crime.
"Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." The voice was Zeffirelli’s, but the words burned into me -- the words of Jesus. (Luke 23:34-46)
Forgive me, Father, for even being here, was the centurion’s prayer that formed in my thoughts. I am so ashamed, so ashamed.
"Verily I say unto thee, today shalt thou be with me in paradise," said Jesus to the thief hanging next to Him.
If Jesus can forgive that criminal, then He will forgive me, I thought. I will lay down my sword and retire to my little farm outside of Rome.
Then it happened.
As I stared upward, instead of the chalk mark, I suddenly saw the face of Jesus Christ, lifelike and clear. It was not the face of Robert Powell I was used to seeing, but the most beautiful, gentle visage I have ever known. Pain-seared, sweat-stained, with blood flowing down from thorns pressed deep, His face was still filled with compassion. He looked down at me through tragic, sorrowful eyes with an expression of love beyond description.
Then His cry rose against the desert wind. Not the voice of Zeffirelli, reading from the Bible, but the voice of Jesus Himself: "Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit."
In awe I watched Jesus’ head slump to one side. I knew He was dead. A terrible grief welled within me, and completely oblivious of the camera, I started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Cut!" yelled Zeffirelli. The women playing the roles of Mary and Mary Magdalene were crying, too. I wiped my eyes and looked up again to where I had seen Jesus. He was gone.
Whether I saw a vision of Jesus that windswept day or whether it was only something in my mind, I do not know. It doesn’t matter. For I do know that it was a profound spiritual experience and that I have not been quite the same person since. As that centurion learned two thousand years ago, I too have found that you simply cannot come close to Jesus without being changed.”
This morning we come together and we look at the
Cross. We look at a man hanging there in pain and agony. And when we look at
our own hands – we will see his blood on them.
But the beauty in the midst of the horror is this –
that while we gaze on the one who hangs there we can hear these words.
Father forgive them – they do not know what they
are doing.
And we can know that there is forgiveness for us.
Today you shall be with me in paradise
And we can know that there is eternal life promised
for us.
It is finished.
No longer do I need to hold onto guilt or shame or
bitterness or hopelessness. The darkness is over – we look forward to the son
rising on Easter Sunday to know the glorious truth – that the son of man came
not to be served but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many.
And as we feel the earth shake, as we watch the
curtain torn in two – we can know that God’s heart broke for us. He loved us so
much – that he gave his one and only son… not to condemn the world – but to
save the world through him.
I don’t know what it is that will change your
heart. But this morning I invite you to look upon the King of the Jews, as he
hangs on the cross. I want you to go through the story – hear the words, watch
as he takes on the sins and filth of this world – and experience a love that is
greater than the burden he carries and the pain he bears.
And ensure that you don’t leave here without
encountering him. Don’t leave believing nothing of significance took place.
Stand alongside the Centurion and believe in the wondrous truth. This is the
son of God – who takes away the sins of the world.