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A sequence of reflections based on characters who were
present at the Crucifixion of Jesus: |
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| Narrator | When Jesus was crucified, most of his friends and disciples abandoned him. | |
| Only a few people were there to witness the last hours of his life. | ||
| As they gazed upon Jesus in those final moments, what did they see? | ||
| What thoughts and feelings might have weighed upon their hearts? | ||
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| John | He had called me and I followed him. | |
| Last night, I leaned my head against his shoulder and listened to his words - | ||
| words that came from God. | ||
| His words always spoke of the love of the One who sent Him. | ||
| But, He wouldn't speak to those who accused Him - | ||
| there were no words of hatred or revenge. | ||
| He spoke the words of God - | ||
| and now those words are being silenced by the violence of men. | ||
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| Narrator | The Word of God is still silenced by violence and cruelty. | |
| The Word of God is stifled by fear and embarrassment. | ||
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| For the times when we have stood by | ||
| and allowed the Word to be suppressed and silenced.... | ||
| let us ask the Father's forgiveness. | ||
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| Response (preferably sung) | ||
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| Mary Magdalene | He called my name and He loved me. | |
| His touch brought me back to life. | ||
| To touch Him now would only make His agony worse. | ||
| I cannot say good-bye. | ||
| They have wrenched Him away from me - and nailed Him .... | ||
| nailed Him... | ||
| nailed Him to a tree. | ||
| My heart breaks with the pain of such a parting from the One I love. | ||
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| Narrator | Those who love are still wrenched apart by cruel hands. | |
| There is no chance to say good-bye. | ||
| There is no way to ease the pain of parting. | ||
| For the times we have been immune to the pain of refugees, | ||
| ignored the cries of those in an agony of separation, | ||
| we ask the Father's forgiveness. | ||
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| Response | ||
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| Mary | A sword shall pierce my heart - | |
| where did those words come from- | ||
| echoing round and round in my head? | ||
| A sword shall pierce my heart - | ||
| yet the Almighty has done great things for me... | ||
| I do not understand. | ||
| My spirit rejoiced in God, my saviour - | ||
| for He looked on my lowliness and raised me up.. | ||
| Now my son, the promised one is raised up... | ||
| he cries out in agony and abandonment: | ||
| My God, my God, why have You forgotten me? | ||
| God, our God, why have You forgotten us? | ||
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| Narrator | People still stand at the foot of the cross, | |
| sharing the agony of those they love; | ||
| witnessing the anguish of abandonment by those who could make a difference | ||
| the people with power and authority. | ||
| They wonder where God has gone. | ||
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| For the times when we have allowed people to be abandoned to evil forces; | ||
| when we have failed to act or speak on their behalf, | ||
| we ask the Father's forgiveness.... | ||
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| Response | ||
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| Dismas | I hurt. | |
| Nails through my hands and feet. | ||
| Death, come quickly. | ||
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| The one they call Jesus- | ||
| he doesn't deserve this. | ||
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| It ends here...no hope. | ||
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| I don't want to die....I don't want to be lost forever... | ||
| Jesus, remember me when You come into Your Kingdom. | ||
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| Narrator | To lose hope is the worst agony. | |
| To be afraid of oblivion, part of the human condition. | ||
| To call on the name of Jesus | ||
| is a sign of hope in despair. | ||
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| For the times when we have lost hope | ||
| and given way to fear, | ||
| failing to call on the name of Jesus, | ||
| we ask the Father's forgiveness. | ||
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| Response | ||
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| Soldier | It's just a job - not the best sort - but part of the job of keeping order. | |
| We can't have people going around preaching revolution. | ||
| If they won't keep quiet, then the law has to take its course. | ||
| My job is to make sure the it's done efficiently. | ||
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| This one's different, though. I'm not sure how. | ||
| Not many of them ask for us to be forgiven - makes you think.... | ||
| It was when he did that - asked his father to forgive us... | ||
| this one's different.... | ||
| Maybe he really is the Son of God... | ||
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| Narrator | God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, | |
| so that everyone who believes in Him may not perish but may have eternal life. | ||
| For God sent the Son into the world not to condemn the world, | ||
| but so that through Him the world might be saved. | ||
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| Song | ||
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| John | The Word became flesh and lived among us... | |
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| But the world, though it had its being through Him, did not recognise Him. | ||
| But to all those who do recognise Him, | ||
| He gives the power to be children of God. | ||
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| Narrator | The Word of God is alive and well - in Bibles, songs and prayers. | |
| In the face of bitter persecution | ||
| or the world's apathy, | ||
| Christians still find ways to hear and live the Word of God. | ||
| The Word cannot be silenced: | ||
| Blessed be the Lamb of God. | ||
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| .Mary | I will not leave him. | |
| I will hear him call my name for ever. | ||
| We will walk again in a garden | ||
| He and I | ||
| We will walk - and never be parted. | ||
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| Narrator | Soon, very soon, children will be returned to the arms of their parents, | |
| the loved and lost will be reunited. | ||
| Soon, very soon, the forgotten prisoner will receive a letter | ||
| and know that someone knows his name. | ||
| Soon, very soon, the pain of parting will give way to radiance of joy in reunion: | ||
| Blessed be the Lamb of God. | ||
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| Mary | My beloved Son, whom I loved as only a mother can love. | |
| Walking alongside Him through the valley of the shadow of death- | ||
| so that He should know that He was not alone. | ||
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| Narrator | Only one who has suffered can walk alongside those who suffer; | |
| only one who has known the anguish of seeing the suffering and dying of a loved one can understand the depths of pain and grief. | ||
| One woman, gentle and humble in heart, | ||
| walks eternally alongside her suffering children, | ||
| until the day all are reunited in the City of God: | ||
| the new Jerusalem, lit by the light from the throne of the Lamb: | ||
| Blessed be the Lamb of God. | ||
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| Dismas | He promised that I would be with Him in paradise. | |
| I was a waster - a failure, | ||
| scum of the earth, | ||
| yet He didn't turn me away. | ||
| Lots of people thought He was a failure too, | ||
| that He was scum too. | ||
| They were wrong, though - | ||
| and some of them will never even realise just how wrong. | ||
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| Narrator | Jesus came into the world, | |
| not to condemn the world but to save it. | ||
| He was despised and rejected, | ||
| and shared the lot of the poor and wretched. | ||
| But His humility, His obedience, even to accepting death | ||
| death on a cross, | ||
| means that God has raised Him high | ||
| and given Him the name which is above all other names; | ||
| so that all beings in the heavens, on earth and in the underworld | ||
| should bend the knee at the name of Jesus | ||
| and that every tongue should acclaim | ||
| Jesus Christ as Lord. | ||
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| Reader | Then I looked and I heard the voice of many angels surrounding the throne | |
| and the living creatures and the elders; | ||
| they numbered myriads of myriads and thousands and thousands, | ||
| singing with full voice, | ||
| "Worthy is the Lamb that was slaughtered | ||
| to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might | ||
| and honour and glory and blessing." | ||
| Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth | ||
| and in the sea, and all that is in them, singing, | ||
| "To the One seated on the throne and to the Lamb | ||
| be blessing and honour and glory and might | ||
| forever and ever! | ||
| Amen." | ||
© 2000 Wellspring |
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