Friday, April 2, 2010
History's Blackest Black Moment
Today is Good Friday. And I know that politics and religion are the third rail of blogging, but sometimes this blog is about what I'm thinking. Today, I'm thinking about the day the forces of evil in this world won.
Or thought they did.
Jesus was betrayed with a kiss from a close friend. He was charged falsely and tried in a hastily assembled court in the middle of the night--a method of insuring any friends He had in the Sanhedrin might not hear about it until the matter was decided. His judges turned Him over to the civil authorities, who beat Him unrecognizable and then the same crowd that had hailed Him as their King only a few days earlier, now screamed for Him to be crucified. Oh, how we humans revel in the misery of others.
His dearest friends scattered and denied they even knew Him. As He trudged to Golgotha, Jesus was truly alone. Even as He died, hanging naked and helpless on the cross, His enemies mocked Him. In those dark hours, His Father turned His face away. Spiritually, Jesus was on the dark side of the moon.
And when He said, "It is accomplished" and expelled his last breath, Lucifer rejoiced. God was dead. Satan's enemy had taken a calculated risk by entering His creation as a man and now He was utterly destroyed. God had lost. He'd been rejected. The world belonged to the Fallen One and his angels. And Lucifer meant to rule. I imagine he fairly danced on the stone rolled over the entrance to Jesus's tomb.
But the powers of darkness didn't know everything.
And Sunday was coming.