It is my personal tradition to watch "The Passion" before Easter because it gives me focus and because I would like to think, if I had lived in Christ's time, I would have had the courage to stand with him through his ordeal. I have often wondered which group of onlookers I would have fallen into, those who believed but ran, those who wanted him to die or those who held fast when all hope was gone. The poem I wrote today expresses these feelings:
If I'd lived then, would I have stood
with hatred, calling for his blood?
Would I have come close to the cross to spit, or mourn?
When he was suffering on the tree
would it have pleased, or saddened me?
And when his life came to an end
would I believe he'd rise again,
or grieve the loss of such a friend
or feel relieved, if I'd lived then?
I'm glad I live in my own time,
bound by his faithfulness, not mine,
I wasn't looking for his love when he found me.
I didn't know that I was lost
or chosen long before the cross,
but now I know and I am free
to bear the cross he chose for me.
I do not need to understand
what might have been if I'd lived then.
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