I have a hard time writing about this section. I don’t know why. It is such a rich section of the scripture with beauty, majesty, & strength. I look at this section of scripture and it seems like time is slowing down and almost coming to a standstill. Like if you could be there, you could almost see every drop of blood and hear the cry of every vulture. It’s almost like every bit and piece of reality is slowed down and magnified. Like all of life and time itself has been preparing for this moment and is now holding its breath in anxious anticipation of this, the very moment that it exists for. Distantly, in the background, “ELI, ELI, LAMA SABACHTHANI?” ringing through all of reality. The flutter of the wings of a bird; the racing heartbeat of a little boy; the sound of the laughter of the roman soldiers slowing down as a moment is extended into five. It is almost deep and primal, and then… it is done!
Jesus, the Christ, has died! The heaven’s mourn. The Father / YHWH tears His veil, as the priest had torn his robes only hours before. The very earth and rocks cry out. They expel the very bodies of the dead righteous, just as the blood of righteous Able called out to YHWH from the ground that had swallowed him up from the hands of Cain.
Nothing else matters in all of history and time, as what happens in that very moment when “Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit.“
… except maybe what happens on the third day
It is chapters like this that make the Bible that much more real. We see the sons of Jacob as real people. They come alive with both their good and bad features. The story is not just told of the warriors of old who battled great serpents and monsters and creatures of the deep: who then went on to live perfect little lives playing heroes and growing prosperous as a shining light for all to see and desire to be like.
These are real men who are dealing with real problems. Sometimes they do the right thing. Sometimes they do the wrong thing, and sometimes they do nothing when they should be doing something.
They don’t always make the right choices, and when they don’t sometimes it can have a huge lasting impact on their lives and the lives of the people around them for generations. Ultimately, we see all things working together for good to all according to God’s purpose. He can take the worst, and make the best.
The impact of what happens here, the total annihilation of a city-state by the work of these two men, affects them for over a thousand years to come. It’s amazing how in one small (or not so small) choice there are waves of repercussions spreading out throughout time.
Do we take the time to consider how our actions will affect us and those around us for the next week; for the next month; for the next year; for the next hundred years? What kind of an example are we setting to our children / families / future generations? Does it even matter?