I was a robber, but not just a typical thief. My partner and I became notorious for the terror that we exacted on the people of Jerusalem and the surrounding areas. We prided ourselves for escaping capture for so long. I held great disdain for the law and for the people and I actually enjoyed terrorizing the people. It made me feel powerful and invincible.
However, in
the end, my partner and I were caught. The courts tried, convicted and
sentenced us. So hated were we that the sentence was the worst one that they
could possibly give us. Not only was it execution, but it was execution by
crucifixion, the most excruciating kind of death.

I almost did
not care. I hated these people so much, I was almost glad to be taken away from
them. My hatred for these people had grown so much that I also had come to hate my
own life, and even life itself. I was glad to die! I loathed life!
But crucifixion
is not a quick death. It sometimes takes days to die. It is a painful and
prolonged sort of death. The executioners usually whip the condemned one first,
both for the initial pain and also so that they would put deep wounds into his back so that
it chafes against the rough wood of the cross. That is what they did to me.
They were careful not to whip me excessively, because they wanted my misery to
be extended to the crucifixion itself.
Oh, the executioners
knew their business! They knew just how many lashes to give to me to maximize
my suffering for the longest period of time possible.
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After the
whipping, they tied that cursed beam across my shoulders. I was to carry it to
the place where they were to put me on to the upright post. They had a special
place for this to happen. It was a hill called Golgotha, “The Place of the
Skull.” A fitting name.
The beam on
my back was no small piece of wood. It was very heavy. Also, the whippings that
they had put into my flesh immediately began to do their work. Even on their
own, the wounds from the whip stung like knife cuts in my flesh, but the wooden
beam across my shoulders rubbed each cut that they had made high on my back.
The torturers had made sure that the whip had made some deep cuts high on my
shoulders, as well as on my back. They knew I would be carrying the wooden beam
there, and wanted me to feel every sliver.
As I walked
along on my way to Golgotha, there were some people spitting on me and cursing
me. Oh how I hated those people! If I had the power, I would have killed them
all right then and there.
However, I
noticed that they had not actually come out to torment me and my partner in
crime as much as for a man named Jesus. Once in a while, as I walked, I could
see him also carrying a beam on his shoulders. How the people seemed to loathe
him! They spat upon him and cursed him with an intensity far greater than they
did to me.
Someone had placed a crown made of thorns on his head, so not only was he bleeding from the beating that he had received, but the thorns had dug into his head and his blood was running down his face and dripping to the ground as he walked, hunched over from the burden of the wooden beam on his shoulders. Despite the fact that he was already in great pain from the wounds and from the chafing of the cross, the people continued to beat him with rods as he walked by them.
Someone had placed a crown made of thorns on his head, so not only was he bleeding from the beating that he had received, but the thorns had dug into his head and his blood was running down his face and dripping to the ground as he walked, hunched over from the burden of the wooden beam on his shoulders. Despite the fact that he was already in great pain from the wounds and from the chafing of the cross, the people continued to beat him with rods as he walked by them.
I even got
some kind of a perverse satisfaction from this fact. I had no pity on this
other man. I heard the people yell out “crucify him.” I at first I was not
absolutely certain who this man was, but then I heard someone mocking him.
“Hail, king of the Jews!” they cried, followed by bitter laughter from those
around.
“It must be that
man, Jesus,” I thought to myself.
I had heard
of this Jesus. I had even been in the crowd during some of his teachings. The
crowds that came to see him were so thick, it was easy to pass in between
people and take some of their money purses. I had also heard a few of his
teachings, but I paid not too much attention to them. He talked about loving
other people and about setting our hopes and desires for life after death. I
had no interest in these things. I hated other people instead of loving them,
and my hopes and desires already had a goal. My hope was for what I can get now
and my desires were for right now.
The walk to
Golgotha was almost more than I could bear. The pain bit into my back at every
step, and I could manage each of those steps only by putting all of my strength
and mental energy into each movement. Besides this, there was the heavy weight
on my shoulders. It drove me to the ground twice, and many times more I would
have fallen, had I not feared the whip.
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I won’t tell
you of the process of placing me up on the cross itself. I am not sure that I have
the strength to do so. Why I did not black out with the nails being driven
through my flesh, I do not know. Again, the Romans were well practiced at this.
They knew exactly the placement of the nails between bones in the hands and
feet so that, when the entire weight of the body hung on them, the flesh would
not tear away. They bent the tops of the nails in my hands once they had driven
them through, so that I would not be able to pull my hand off of the nail in
order to give me a little relief in my struggle for breath.
That is the
worst aspect about hanging on the cross, by the way. If you think that most
difficult thing to bear in a crucifixion is the extreme pain, you are wrong.
The very worst thing is the fact that in addition to the searing pain, one
cannot even get a good breath. A great deal of your weight is upon the nails
driven into your hands. This makes your arms hyper-extended, stretching the
muscles around your lungs to the extreme so that you are not able to draw a
breath. The only way that I was able to get any air at all was to put more of
my weight upon the nails driven into my feet. This allowed me to draw myself up
enough so that some of my weight could be taken off my arms, which gave me the
ability to draw in a little air.
Oh how I
hated those people down on the ground jeering at me! If I would have been able
to, I would have spat on each one. But I had no reserves to do that.
Nevertheless,
as before, most of the jeering was not directed at me. It was directed at Jesus. He was
hanging on his cross between those of my partner and me. The crowd was shouting
at him, “You who are going to destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days,
save yourself! If you are the Son of God, come down from the cross.”
Some in the
crowd who looked like they were priests mocked him. “He saved others; He cannot
save Himself. He is the King of Israel; let Him now come down from the cross,
and we will believe in Him. He trusts in God, let God rescue him now if he
delights in him. After all, he called himself ‘the Son of God.’”
As much as I
hated those people on the ground, I also hated this man Jesus. I even joined in
hurling insults on him, at least what I could manage in my weakness. My hate
for the people and for Jesus was so strong that despite my terrible situation,
I made myself manage to voice even disdain for him.
Then Jesus
said something. His voice was so weak, I could barely hear it above the noise
of the crowd, even though he was only a few feet away from me.
“Father
forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
I was
astonished. Forgive them! I wanted to kill each one of them. Yet Jesus said,
“Forgive them.”
I fell
silent. I looked at the face of Jesus. Under all of the blood running down his
face, I looked into his eyes. He looked at me. I saw no hate there in his eyes, no regret.
I only saw love.
My partner,
on the other side of Jesus, was still hurling abuse at Jesus. He said in a
voice as loud as he could manage, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and
us!”
After Jesus had said what he did and after he
had looked into my eyes, I could no longer bear to hear these abuses aimed at
him. Somehow I found the strength to almost shout to the other thief on the
cross, “Do you not even fear God? Even you, being under the same sentence of
condemnation? We are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for
our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong.”
Then to
Jesus I said this, “Jesus, remember me when you come in your kingdom!”
Jesus again
turned a looked at me. “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in
Paradise.”
With those
words from Jesus, nothing that the Romans or the people did could any longer
torment me. The hatred that had so long ruled my life ruled it no longer. For
the first time that I could remember, I felt love for another person. I
especially loved that bloodied and battered person hanging on the cross next to
me.
It was not
long after Jesus gave me his promise of being with him that he died. I knew
right when it was, because he cried out in a very loud voice. I do not know
where he got the strength to call up the volume. He had been beaten far worse
than I was, and by this time, even I could barely utter more than low groans.
But Jesus called out in a voice for all to hear, “My God, my God, why have you
forsaken me?”
Then Jesus let
his head fall forward. He would struggle for breath no more.
It was now
getting toward evening, and the Sabbath was about to begin. The Jews did not
want our bodies hanging on the cross on the Sabbath, so they asked Pilate to
have the soldiers break our legs. With our legs broken, we could no longer lift
ourselves up by our legs to help us take in some air.
Actually, I
was glad that the time had come. I was glad to be able to leave that cursed
life to begin my new life in the kingdom of Jesus, with him as my Lord. The
soldier began over at the cross of my former partner in crime. When they struck
his legs with a heavy mallet, he did not even cry in pain. At this point, we
were almost beyond feeling pain.
When they came to Jesus on the middle cross, one of the soldiers declared him already dead. Because of this, they did not bother to break his legs. Nevertheless, I suppose out of spite, one of the soldiers trust a spear into his side. Of course, Jesus made no sound when this happened, but blood and water came out of the wound. Considering all of the bleeding that Jesus had done, I remember being surprised that there was any blood at all left in him. It was one of the last rational thoughts that I had.
When they came to Jesus on the middle cross, one of the soldiers declared him already dead. Because of this, they did not bother to break his legs. Nevertheless, I suppose out of spite, one of the soldiers trust a spear into his side. Of course, Jesus made no sound when this happened, but blood and water came out of the wound. Considering all of the bleeding that Jesus had done, I remember being surprised that there was any blood at all left in him. It was one of the last rational thoughts that I had.
The soldiers
next came to my cross. When the mallet hit my legs, first one and then the
other, I remember hearing the bones break and even felt some pain, but I was
glad at this point to hasten my death. I was ready to leave that life that I
had wasted.
With my legs
now broken, I could no longer breathe. I think that, under most circumstances,
this must be a terrifying experience. However, for me, I was glad not to
breathe the air of that condemned earth any longer. I may have been condemned
to death, but when I saw the eyes of Jesus and heard him speak of his kingdom,
I knew that this whole world is condemned without him. Only those who place
their trust in him will truly be pardoned, and will live.
That earthly air had become contaminated and foul to me. With joyful anticipation, I looked forward to soon breathing heavenly air.
That earthly air had become contaminated and foul to me. With joyful anticipation, I looked forward to soon breathing heavenly air.
As I felt my
death coming, it was not with fear. Instead, it came with the all comforting
words of Jesus still sounding in my ears.
“Truly I say
to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.”
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(This monologue was given at our Good Friday service at the Log Church: www.thelogchurch.com )
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