By KWA KIEM KIOK
I WENT to my first crucifixion
when I was eight years old. Well, I didn't actually see the nailing
itself, but I saw it from a distance.
Mother didn't want us to get too close, though Father was there.
He had to, since he was carrying the cross; no don't misunderstand,
Father wasn't crucified. He had to carry the cross beam for someone
else. We had all gone as a family to the Passover in Jerusalem,
and we stayed with my Uncle Isaac as usual.
On Friday before the Passover, we went to the Temple, again as
usual, but then got caught up with crowds jeering at some men
condemned to be crucified. Mother knew that this only happened
to the worst kind of traitors and murderers, so she didn't want
my brother Rufus and me to see. But in the crush we were separated
- Father in the front and Mother, Ruf and me somewhere behind.
Father told us afterwards that he saw that the criminal was so
bloodied he couldn't even walk straight, let alone be strong enough
to carry the cross beam. Then, a soldier who was standing in front
of Father pushed him in the direction of the man and made Father
carry the cross. Soldiers could do that. Father said that the
criminal looked up and seemed grateful, though it was hard to
see his face after what they'd done to him.
So, Father carried that heavy cross all the way outside the city.
What struck Father was that this man was quiet, not like the other
two criminals who shouted back and cursed the crowds. In fact
at one point this man stopped in front of some women and said,
"Do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and your children."
Can you imagine a man about to be crucified more concerned for
others? That made Father decide to hang around for a bit. But
nothing happened. The man was crucified, he cried out and then
he died.
After the Passover we all went back home to Cyrene. Everything
was quiet until Uncle Isaac came over some months later and announced
that the Messiah had come. We were flabbergasted! Uncle Isaac
explained it to Father; and how the Messiah was to suffer but
would rise again on the third day. All that, Uncle Isaac said,
was true of the man Jesus who was crucified at the Passover.
He said that like the Passover lamb which we sacrifice each year
and whose blood cleanses us, so this Jesus is the Passover lamb
for everybody, and His the blood makes all of us righteous before
God. They spent a lot of time going through Moses and the prophets
and finally, Father was convinced that it was so. What's more,
he was pretty sure that he carried the Messiah's cross beam that
day.
Father felt that it made sense to live with others in the messianic
community; so he sold his business, we all packed up, and here
we are in Jerusalem! Father now helps Uncle Isaac's business part
of the time but spends the rest of his time with other believers
studying Scripture and listening to the apostles' teaching.
Mother loves having worship meetings at our house so that she
can cook and fuss over everybody; and for Rufus and me, Jerusalem's
great because our cousins are here and it's a cool place to be
in. (Luke 23: 26 - 31, Mark 15: 21).
Kwa Kiem Kiok, a Local Preacher at Trinity Methodist Church and a contributor to Methodist Message, is on sabbatical at Asbury Theological College in Wilmore, Kentucky, the United States.