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9:00am Last night was spent going from house to house, suffering the indignity of an illegal trial.

In the early hours of this morning, weak from blood loss, eyes swollen shut from repeated beatings, my crucifixion was demanded by a crowd lusting after blood. The evil one has lowered the crowd IQ to a point where only death would satisfy their lust. Its 9 o'clock right now, and after refusing the numbing effects of a drug, I feel the nails tearing through sinews and bone as rusty nails are driven through my wrists. Their evil work done, they will raise this tree upright and drop it into a pre-made hole in the rock. I hope my wrists don't tear... Father, give me strength to see this through, and forgive these poor soldiers who have no idea what they are doing... 11:00am Been hanging on cross now for almost two hours. The pain is excruciating, but none more so than seeing my mother's tears in the crowd... The taunts and insults have trailed off since the initial frenzy, but I sense the working of the evil one among the crowd. The crown is surprised at my lack of unkind words - I dont think they know what to make of it. Insults from the man on my right and left have also been coming steadily but I sense a different Spirit working in the man on my left. I know that soon he too will see the love I have for him... 12:30pm Dehydration is taking its toll. Its been 4.5 hours since they nailed me to this cross. The pain is almost unbearable. I do not have the strength any more to lift my shoulders in order to take a breadth. I am slowly suffocating - every breath is a struggle.Darkness came over the whole area a half hour ago the taunts of the crowd reached fever pitch and in mercy my Father covered my nakedness with darkness. The darkness is scaring the people and they have mostly left. "My God My God, why have thou forsaken me?" 3:00pm My job is done, there is nothing more I can do... I have promised my new friend on the left eternal life, I have handed my mother over to my friend John, there is nothing more. I am so tired, so sore, so weary. Lack of oxygen is making me dizzy. Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit. One last look at the people I love so much, the people I came to die for - if only they would understand.... It is finished... 5:00pm The Centurion I watched Him die earlier today - it only took six hours! Sometimes crucifixions go on for days, but I guess the weight of the world was upon His shoulders and by 3 o'clock it was done - they didn't even need to break His legs... Those who bayed for His blood are now silent, shocked by the violent earthquake and the rumours of the rent veil. People are in their homes, hiding behind the Passover. The religious leaders complained that they don't want the bodies hanging during the Sabbath, but I think their shame was staring down at them from the swollen and lifeless eyes of the One on the cross. Lividity had already set in, making the face of Jesus a disturbingly pale shadow against his

grossly discoloured legs...

6:00pm Joseph of Arimithea I couldn't stare any more - I went and begged for the body of Jesus. I have a family tomb, unused, set in a garden. Fitting I think, from one garden to the next... It's late. An uneasy calm has settled over Jerusalem. Soldiers had been stationed at my family tomb's entrance... I guess I'll try and get some sleep...