Crux

There were many possible turning points, occasions for U-turns, or changes of heart on the way to the Crux. Yet there comes a point when there is no longer a choice, a tipping point has been reached and there is no longer any possibility of turning back, maybe this is the crux.

When the Roman machine is in full swing
When religious authorities have planted seeds of doubt in the masses
When the kiss of a friend betrays you as the one
When cocks crow and hands are washed
When crowds whose lips had days before cried 'Hoshana' now scream 'Barrabas' and 'crucify'
When the whips lash and the nails bite into flesh and bone and a wooden crux is lifted and landed into its base with all of the ordinariness of another execution.


What were Isaiah's prophetic words:

'he was pierced for our transgressions,  he was crushed for our iniquities;the punishment that brought
us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed... led like a lamb to the slaughter'

There is purpose in this, there is a shape and a pattern, this pain, this sacrifice means something. An ultimate expression of love, nailed to a tree, in the shape of a crux. From this day and forever more their can be... No turning back.

Yet is this not a turning point?
A pivotal moment?

The Crux