I have been trying to inventory my impoverished reaction to the crucifixion.

I have a theory that if everyone–especially Christians, meditated on Jesus’ death agonies, the world and our hearts would be different places.

Easy to say, hard to do.

Last night at the gym I got clipped above the eye with a metal rod. It was a bit painful. An accident. No one had thrown a punch or hurled epithets or taunted me. No one intended to harm me.

When Jesus was murdered for us the humans around him intended harm.

It was a crowd full of wolves and jackals. But nature of my sin I am counted in that crowd.

The suffering is unbearable and we make it worse with our words and careless sin.