(This is my last installment. I want to thank you for reading through the Gospel of Matthew with us. I know that it has been good for me to read through this book over the course of the last six weeks. I appreciate everyone who made comments and added to the process. Special thanks to Sarah Doren for posting my responses each day.)
Something is wrong with this picture. Everything in the 27th chapter of Matthew contributes to a sense of unease.
Judas, filled with regret tries to undo his betrayal, but it is too late.
The Son of Man, sold for silver that no one really wants.
Jesus refuses to refute the flimsy evidence offered against him.
Pilate's wife suffers after a disturbing dream about the controversial Nazarene.
The same crowds who welcomed Jesus as king on Sunday, call for his death on Friday.
Pilate washes his hands and takes his place in infamy.
Rude soldiers crown Jesus with thorns and speak the truest words of all, "Hail, King of the Jews."
As the eternal word made flesh writhes in pain on the cross, soldiers gamble for his clothes.
The dignified priests and leaders mock him in his defeat.
Darkness at noon.
The Son of God is forsaken by God the Father.
The curtain of the temple is torn in two.
Solid ground shakes.
The chief priests and the Pharisees still can't rest, they fear something may still go wrong.
Something IS wrong with this picture. The Son of God was crucified.
And yet, out of this wrongness, God is making things right. At just the moment when they were mocking him, "He saved others, he cannot save himself" - Jesus was saving us all. -MK