“There is something wrong with that cross,” a priest said while pointing on the crucifix.
People started to think what was wrong. Some were saying,
“He’s not fully naked.”
“His arms are not wide open.”
“There are no wounds.”
“The nails should be hammered on his wrist and not on his palms.”
“He’s not facing up.”
“His body is not covered with blood.”
“There’s no INRI on the cross.”
But the priest kept on telling the crowd, “May mas mali pa diyan.” Until he said, “You know what’s really wrong about that cross? Ikaw dapat yung nandiyan eh. Ako dapat yung nandiyan. Tayo dapat ang nakapako sa krus.”
Jesus, who turned darkness into light, turned water into wine and brought death to life, was the one endured the whips and wounds. Jesus, who walked on water, calmed the storm, raised the paralyzed, healed the lepers, opened the eyes of the blind and multiplied loaves and fishes, was the one who endured the hunger and thirst while carrying the cross. Jesus, who befriended the sinners of all sinners, reached out to the abandoned, noticed the unnoticed, and loved the unlovable, was the one crucified. It is ironic that a man who did not do anything but love is the one being punished.
The priest was right. We are the ones who are supposed to be on the cross. I am the one who is supposed to be there. Bo Sanchez said this beautifully: “We know too much, but we love too little.” I say a lot of things about God, about His overflowing blessings, unending grace and unfailing love, but let me tell you the truth. I always…Always. As in always. Fall short to love like Him. I fail to love every time. It feels like it is an insult to Jesus if I compare the things He did to the things I do. Mine is nothing compared to His. My gosh, it is incomparable! But despite the unworthiness, arrogance, stubbornness, pride and hypocrisy in my daily life, there He is, still decided to be on that cross so I can live in peace. And His last words will surely give us peace.
This is actually my first time to fully digest the last words of Jesus:
- Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing. (Forgive others.)
- I tell the truth, today, you will be with me in paradise. (Heaven is real.)
- Woman, here is your son. And to disciple – here is your mother. (Respect your parents.)
- My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? (Pray to God.)
- I am thirsty. (Seek the truth.)
- It is finished. (Finish what you started.)
- Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit. (Let go and let God.)
But after hearing, reading, and reflecting on His last words, I realized that there is something wrong with the seven last words. Or should I say something lacking. Maybe one of the apostles forgot to write it. I think it should be eight, and here is His last. With His stretched-out arms, and a body covered in blood, He said, “This is how much I love you.” (Love like Jesus.)
May God be praised!!!
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