Did you see what Jesus did NOT do? He did NOT retaliate! The dialogue on that Friday morning was bitter. Come down from the cross if you are the Son of God! The religions leaders said, He saved others but he can’t save himself.The soldiers said, If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself. Bitter words. Acidic with sarcasm. Hateful. Irrever- ent. Wasn’t it enough that he was being crucified? Wasn’t it enough that he was being shamed as a criminal? Were the nails insufficient? Was the crown of thorns too soft? Had the flogging been too short?
What kind of people would mock a dying man? Who would be so base as to pour salt of scorn upon open wounds? How low and perverted to sneer at one who is laced with pain. The words thrown that day were meant to wound. There is nothing more painful than words meant to hurt.
When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate. When he suffered, he made no threats. Instead he entrusted himself to him who judges justly as he gave his body over to the ones who judged with anger and malice. He gave himself over to a stir-crazy mob who hadn’t the faintest idea what they were doing. Jesus even said, they don’t know what they are doing. The dialogue was bitter. The verbal stones were meant to sting. How Jesus, with his body wracked with pain, eyes blinded by his own blood, and lungs yearning for air, could speak on behalf of some heartless thugs is beyond my comprehension.
Never, never have I seen such love. If ever a person deserved a shot at revenge, Jesus did. But he didn’t take the shot. Instead he died for them. How could he do it? I don’t know. But I do know that all of a sudden my wounds seem very painless. My grudges and hard feelings are suddenly childish. Amazing Grace! Excerpts from Max Lucado,Father, Forgive Them