As I write this post, it is 11:30 am on Good Friday. The noon hour marks the hour at which our Lord was nailed to the cross. I can’t stop thinking about Palm Sunday and the time Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a colt. A week before,
…the whole multitude of his disciples began to praise God aloud with joy for all the mighty deeds they had seen. They proclaimed:
‘Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord.
Peace in heaven
And glory in the highest.’ – Luke 19:37-38
A week later, my Lord is hanging on a cross. Where are all his supporters? Where most of the same people cheering for him, just the week before, among the ones shouting and persisting for His crucifixion? Were they silent when Pilate asked who he should set free, Jesus or Barabbas? Did they run away in fear?
It is interesting (and when I say interesting, I mean very scary) how in this day and age, people can jump on a bandwagon of an anti-Christian crusade without even understand what is really involved, what is really going on. People acting on emotion/desire rather than intelligence and/or understanding. People who claim to be loving, yet are willing to destroy and/or kill anyone that gets in the way. Their wants and desires have become their new god. Theirs is the path of oppression, destruction and hate.
What I find even more interesting (which means even scarier), is the number of Christians that are willing to jump on the anti-Christian bandwagon. They are so easily swayed with a few pretty graphics and slogans that twist the truth. Do they know the Truth?