“I’m thirsty” — do you serve him a drink?
The story told is that the sky became unusually dark at noon. But then, unlike the other days, this was before and after. At the summit of Golgotha, Jesus of Nazareth (Jesus Nazarenus, Rex Iudeorm, proclaimed placard) was hung and nailed, enduring intolerable pain. Hours of pain were insults (“the ruler ridiculed him … soldiers also ridiculed him”), insults (“people who cursed him”), and unsightly behavior (“my they threw”). “For clothes”) was unfolded in the background. Lots “). His power has diminished and his spirit has diminished. But for God’s intervention, there was only one natural conclusion to this necessary catastrophe. The end was imminent. But the Bible wasn’t happy yet. From Psalm 22, the abandoned cry that foretold this moment was projected for centuries. “My heart becomes like wax that melts in my chest, my throat dries like clay, and my tongue tears into my chin.” A desperate image. On this day it reached its fate. He said: “I’m thirsty.” But be careful in another poem. The 69th poem “Give me vinegar in my thirst.” Someone performed the task — no one told us. Charity? Perhaps. Probability is high. But for others, such as ghouls, dull spectators, or both, it was an opportunity to extend the filthy drama. “Wait and see if Elijah comes to save him.” But Elijah did not come. I died. From the lips that touched the sour wine, Jesus said, “I’m done.” And he died. I’m thirsty. This may be Jesus’ shortest statement in the New Testament. For a practicing Christian, it deserves to be more important than anything else he said. Indeed, its simplicity draws attention and curiosity, at least from this sinner. It was just a statement of facts — am I thirsty? Certainly the man hanging on the tree was dry. Until vinegar was forced on him, the Bible did not explain for Simon either slaking or anything else that might be called salvation. (“They urged passerby Simon, who came from the country of Alexander and Rufus’ father, to carry the cross.”) How to deny a soldier with a sword in one hand, and others Do you hold a whip? relief? Yes, although Simon was burdened and carrying the tools of death only assured that it was exactly that. I long for tradition and fiction not to be found in any Gospel. Roman Catholics talk about St. Veronica, who is believed to be one of the women in Jerusalem (“crying for yourself and your children, not for me”). .. The highly respected relic of the Holy Veil, which captures the face of the denounced Christ, is stored in St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. And our film culture tells the popular story of Judah Ben-Hur’s famous and bitter watering of the fallen Jesus. Was that so? (In Lew Wallace’s novel, Ben Hur was the one who gave Christ crucified sour wine. “He ran without worrying about them and put a sponge on Nazareth’s lips. It’s too late. , Too late! ”) Returning to the Bible, was there a heavenly purpose to fulfill the Psalm? Or was the Gospel writer just reporting an anecdote from the scene (I’m thirsty)? Yes; number. And yes: Christ seems to have even challenged him by giving orders that transcend his crucifixion, rather than fulfilling the Old Testament prophecies. Sure, I carry thirst, which means I’m a kind of command that resembles thirst. .. .. So do something about it. Spreading and immobile, taunted, punctured, whipped and injured (“his striped”), unprotected and traumatized — thorns were severely pushed into his scalp (or Romans) Did he crown him cheeky?) There is no dignified attitude to let us see him, no appearance that attracts us to him. He was despised and rejected by a man who was accustomed to frailty and suffered, one of whom he turned his back on. On Good Friday, Jesus is the epitome of what we call disabled. He asked for a little help and a little help. He did not plead, “Save me.” He didn’t shout, “Please help me get me off here.” He simply sought a drink and a sip to quench his thirst — probably the least of his suffering. Do you do something for that? We might imagine, as it has been removed from the scene for centuries, freed from chaos and violence, and the ferocious anger under the pitch-black sky of Jerusalem — certainly, I am him. Would have given water to! Yes, and Peter did not deny. Alas, this was a complete and ultimate day of refusal. But it’s not forever. Now here we should not fancy: our chance to respond directly to the Christ of my thirst. .. .. There was never. If we were on the hill, it wouldn’t have been. But we should be aware that there are plenty of opportunities now. The suffering Savior is reflected in the despise of neighbors accustomed to weakness, the man we do not respect, the woman we turn our back on, our rejected relatives, and our colleagues. Would you like to? Christ crucified on our cross is very present. And he is still thirsty. We are given this miraculous opportunity, by wetting the lips of joy and showing the actual charity suffering from problems, by any way a glass of water reveals itself. Soothes it. What you are doing to me. There are many recurring, lasting, informative, and reverberant phenomena that echo from Praetorium to the tombs of Alimatea, linking Christians to the crucifixion and death of Jesus in the most intimate way. As we approach two thousand years from that very realistic and changing day, he has the opportunity to do what is right to us, now and here, by him, the Son of God, who suffered over the place of the skull. It may be a true miracle to give us. — Engaging in nothing but the act of redemption. To quench his thirst in his suffering. One day, as you pass by, the suffering person calls out, I’m thirsty. Remember that day, Good Friday. Please stop and provide cold water.