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Good Friday (Cycle B)

The Road to Golgotha

(Mt 27:31-32; Mk 15:20-21; Lk 23:26-32; Jn 19:17)

A Soldier:  Out of the way, you filthy pigs! Out of here! Damn this mob!

Another Soldier:  Wait till you have your own crosses too!

Soldier:  Give way, scoundrels!

      Several Roman soldiers on horseback were lashing their whips to disperse the multitude shoving one another beside the huge doors of the Antonia Fortress. The death sentence of Jesus was already signed. Full of anger and deception, we did not give up easily and we continued protesting in front of the Roman fortress…

Mary:  Now we can’t do anything, John, anything at all…!

John:  Swine, swine…!

Magdalene:  You’ll pay for this, scoundrels, sons of bitches!

      The furious Magdalene did not stop screaming… I was with her and the other women, near the main door of the Tilings. Mary, Jesus’ mother, her eyes red, was crying disconsolately. Susana and Salome were supporting her. The time to accompany the condemned to their death had come… The soldiers fought the enraged multitude by pushing and lashing at them…

A Man:  Pilate, murderer!

John:  Down with Caiphas and his cohorts!

A Soldier:  Let’s give it to this mob once and for all. Let the horses run over them!

Soldier:  Out of here, damn! Clear the way!

      The soldiers cracked their whips furiously on the wet stones, driving away the people in between shouting… But when the horses had gone a little further, the multitude began to gather once again… Hoarse from shouting and drenched by the incessant rain, we challenged the soldiers up to the last moment…

A Man:  Murderers! The blood of the prophet shall fall upon you!

John:  Someday we shall clip the wings of the Roman eagle!

A Woman:  And topple down the Antonia Fortress!

Magdalene:  From its very foundations!

      In the Tilings, the troops with their iron armour and red cloaks surrounded Jesus and the two zealots to prevent the avalanche from breaking the barrier and attacking them. The squad was about to move...

A Soldier:  Here get your prize, you wretched people. You asked for it so you get it. C’mon, lift your arms.

      The soldiers tied the transversal poles between the napes and arms of the three condemned men, in the style of a yoke…

Another Soldier:  Now, you… idiot….

      Dimas and Gestas were two young men like Jesus. They had been confined in jail for a few hours, and although they were tortured, they did not receive the terrible lashings like Jesus did.

Soldier:  It’s your turn, Nazarene…

      The two sustained the wooden beam well, but not Jesus. He was staggering… The weight of the black beam, stained with blood of the other crucified victims, was too much for him, and he fell flat on his face, on the floor of the patio…

Soldier:  Hey, what stuff is this “prophet” made of? On your feet!… Bring me a rope, you.

      Two soldiers helped Jesus stand, without removing his arms from the beam. Then the centurion tied a thick rope around his waist with which to pull him, and tied it to the saddle of one of the horses...

Soldier:  Hooo! Hooorse!

Another Soldier:  Move! To Golgotha we go!

      Four soldiers on horseback, brandishing their whips from one side to another, started the march. Among them, the town crier, making noise with a rattle, announced to the entire city the crime of the culprits. Behind, Dimas, Gestas and Jesus, carrying their cross on their shoulders, were guarded by two rows of soldiers…

A Woman:  Long live the prophet from Galilee!

      As Jesus passed through the huge door of the Tilings and appeared in the street, the people began to applaud. The applause grew uncontrollable among the multitude. The people who loved him and had acclaimed him in the Temple only a few days ago, beside the hateful Roman fortress tried to cheer him up and give him strength on the way to his death…

A Man:  You’ve been a courageous man, Nazarene!

A Woman:  May the Lord sustain you till the end… and have compassion on our people!

John:  What a misfortune for the country… all those who speak the truth find a terrible end!

      The troop cordoning the condemned men, fearful of an uprising, shoved us with their shields. A number of us slipped and fell on the ground. Pushed by an uncontrollable crowd, and ignoring the Roman arms, we started to walk behind the three condemned men… When the squad took to the street of the marketplace, Pontius Pilate, who had witnessed everything from one of the balconies, reluctantly shut the window of the praetorium.

Pilate:  Pfff…! at last!

Soldier:  Governor, a group of magistrates wishes to speak with you.

Pilate:  What do they want this time?

Soldier:  It’s about what you ordered to be written on the small board carried by the prisoners.

      When Jesus was leaving the Tilings, he, like the rest of those condemned to die, carried on his neck a piece of wooden board on which was written the reason for the sentence. In the heading could be read: “The king of the Jews,” in Latin, Greek and Hebrew…

Magistrate:  We deem it of great importance to clarify this point…

Pilate:  What point? Dammit!

Magistrate:  It is not right that his Excellency has ordered that the phrase “The king of the Jews” be written.

Pilate:  And may I know why?

Magistrate:  We are of the opinion that the following should have been written instead: “This man has said: I am the king of the Jews”… You understand, Governor: how can this filthy man be king…? Precisely, he is guilty of “having declared himself king…” Am I understood, your Excellency?

Pilate:  You have explained it very well… But I’m sick and tired of this Galilean and with all of you! Now, go to hell, all of you! What is written is written… and I don’t intend to change even a single letter of it!

Town Crier:  This is how the rebels against Rome will have their end! Your sons will suffer the same fate if they continue to conspire against the imperial eagle!… Long live Caesar and death to the rebels!...

      The town crier, a bald, short man, cupped his hands over his mouth to announce the crime committed by the prisoners. His nasalized voice was drowned by the screaming multitude gathered along the road to be traversed by the condemned… I found Peter and James in one corner… They got a scared look in their eyes…. They felt downcast…. Further ahead, I also saw the others from the group, lost among the people…

A Man:  This is the end of the story of the “Messiah”….

Magistrate:  Blessed be God, we were able to settle this matter once and for all!

Man:  Look at the multitude, magistrate. If it had not been controlled, I wouldn’t know where we would have been…

      The retinue had not gone very far, when Jesus, who was the last, and extremely exhausted, fell on the slimy mud in the street…

A Woman:  But, don’t they pity this man…?

A Soldier:  On your feet, Nazarene, for we’re in a hurry… Let’s go!

Another Soldier:  He can’t go another step… He’s all beaten up!

Soldier:  Oh yes, he can… here, take it!

      Two soldiers kicked Jesus to make him stand. The man holding the rope pulled it, trying to lift him… The people milled around him… Then we drew closer… Through his tattered robe, we could see his wounded body…

Soldier:  Lift the wooden pole from his body, maybe he’ll rise up again…

Another Soldier:  This man is dying…

      The centurion ordered the wooden pole removed from his shoulders. Jesus, was gasping for breath…

Soldier:  He won’t make it to Golgotha… He’ll die along the road…

Another Soldier:  Nonsense! He must be hung on the cross! That’s the order! Hey, you, you… right, you… the big one… come over here…

Cyrene:  Why?

Soldier:  You may remove your cloak now…

Cyrene:  But, I haven’t done anything… I haven’t uttered a word…

Soldier:  C’mon, you’ll have to carry the beam!… This filthy man has to make it alive outside the city…

Cyrene:  Listen, soldier. I just came from work in the field. I swear by my life, I haven’t gotten involved in politics!

Soldier:  Hell! Guards, bring him here!

      Simon, a big and strong peasant from the region of Cyrene, with sunburned skin, wanted to get lost among the crowd, but he was held and pushed by the soldiers… The centurion made him carry the load of Jesus…

Cyrene:  Damn it! What have I done to deserve this?

      The execution squad continued its march in the rain. Simon, carrying the cross uphill, was behind Jesus, who had to drag himself in order to walk… His feet, naked and wounded, kept sliding on the slippery street... When we were at Barrio Ephraim, close to the walls of the city, we saw at the corner of the so-called Fig Tree, a group of women from the Confraternity of Mercy, drenched in their black cloaks, weeping loudly beating their breasts.

Women:  Have mercy on them, God of Israel! Take pity on the criminals! Look not on their many sins!

      The squad stopped. This was the custom. Those women from the wealthy class of the capital went to street, out of charity, to weep and wail for the condemned… Jesus lifted his head… With sunken and bloodstained eyes, he tried to look at them….

Women:  Look not on their sins, God of Israel! Pardon their rebellion!

Jesus:  Weep not for me but for yourselves, and your husbands who are responsible for this! And prepare yourselves, women. If they were able to do this to the green wood, they will even do the worse to the dry!

Soldier:  Shut up! See how this man talks now! Go on, walk, walk! Move on!

      Reaching the gate of Ephraim, the multitude squeezed each other behind the culprits to be able to get out of the city. But the soldiers got in the middle and with their lances positioned, prevented us from doing so…

Soldier:  You can’t pass here! It’s prohibited! Orders from the Governor!

Another Soldier:  Turn around and go back to your houses! The party’s over!

      But the people pushed with all their might, and at the first instance, the disconcerted soldiers had to stay away. The Magdalene, Mary and I, succeeded in breaking into the ring, passing to the other side of the wall together with a handful of men and women… Mary ran toward Jesus, who had fallen again on the ground… She leaned and tried to lift him….

Mary:  Jesus, my son… my son…

Soldier:  Leave him alone, woman. You can’t go near him…

Mary:  I’m his mother… Jesus… Jesus…

      Jesus, making a great effort, straightened up slowly to look at his mother… Feeling so weak, he collapsed on the wet ground… Two soldiers pushed Mary away from him… On the barren hill of Golgotha, already stood the three wooden crosses….

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      The road traversed by Jesus to Calvary, his way of the cross, started from the Antonia Fortress beside the Temple, crossing the city through the barrios of the north up to the gate of Ephraim, through which he passed on his way to Golgotha outside the city. The road is presently called the Via Dolorosa, which is a long and winding street of Jerusalem, steep like the rest of the streets in the old city. It ends up in the Basilica of the Holy Tomb. Today, it is difficult to ascertain if the layout of this road corresponds to the exact route undertaken by Jesus two thousand years ago. Nevertheless, pilgrims from all over the world reenact it in a procession held on Good Friday every year. Throughout this Via Dolorosa, various churches and places recall the 14 stations or phases, which, for many years, tradition has set as highlights of Jesus’ journey to the cross. Some of these stations are based on the evangelical texts and others – that of Veronica, the encounter with Mary and the three falls – take their origin from the tradition of the people who faithfully observe this pious exercise of the via crucis.

      It was the Roman custom to make the condemned carry to his final destination, not the entire cross (as shown in images) but only the transversal beam, called the “patibulum.” This wooden beam was placed behind the nape and had to be supported by the arms tied to the same. The wood was positioned over the shoulders like a yoke. This was extremely painful for a man who had been tortured. This explains the enormous suffering of Jesus, forcing the soldiers to ask the help of Simon from Cyrene.

      The two revolutionary zealots were also brought to be crucified, together with Jesus. They were not thieves but political criminals. The Greek word used in the gospel is “lestai,” the same word used to refer to the militant members of this guerrilla group. The names of Dimas and Gestas are not historical but traditional. The wooden beams carried by the three condemned would absorb the blood of many other condemned men. Jesus was not the only crucified man in history. Neither was his case exceptional during that day. On a white piece of wood was written the cause of his condemnation. This piece of wood (the “title”) was carried by a town crier before the criminal or it was hung on his neck. To go through the streets carrying the wooden beam on one’s shoulders and bearing the title on the neck was the ultimate form of humiliation which a criminal could be subjected to before meeting his death. This was done to teach future troublemakers a lesson and to serve as a warning to them. The via crucis was more of an act of repression on the part of the establishment. The title given by Pilate to Jesus indicated the reason for his condemnation:

      “Jesus, the Nazarene, king of the Jews.” The final accusation against Jesus was therefore political. It was like saying: This man is condemned for pretending to be the representative of these people. In the word “king” the Jews read “the Messiah.” In any case, the “king” of the Jews was then Caesar, and for any political leader to enter within this reality was to challenge the empire. The title was written in three languages: Hebrew, Latin and Greek. In the language of his own, in the language of the empire, and in the language of the Greeks, the actual foreigners present during the holidays. It was important for Rome that the title be well understood by the thousands of visitors in Jerusalem; it must be made very clear how Rome castigated her agitators. The INRI found in a number of crucifixes is the abbreviated form of the condemnation in Latin: “Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum.”

      The soldiers sought the help of a bystander, a certain Simon of Cyrene, to help Jesus to his final journey and to keep him from dying along the road. Cyrene was an area of Africa where present-day Libya is located. That foreign Greek colony, which later became a province of Rome, had been inhabited by a number of Jews. Some of them came for the feast of the Passover, while others were born there and resided in Jerusalem. The gospel of Mark (Mk 15:21) tells us that Simon of Cyrene was the father of Alexander and Rufo. Certainly, these two young men were part of the Christian communities for whom this gospel was written. In one of his letters, Paul mentions a certain Rufo who could have been the son of this Simon (Rom 16:13).

      The women of Jerusalem were members of a certain charitable organization which devoted itself to various forms of charitable acts. Aside from giving alms, they performed other deeds like praying for the conversion of those who were condemned to death, and bringing them wine mixed with incense – which served as some kind of narcotic – to diminish their pain.

      During his ministry, Jesus had implanted in the minds of his companions that to proclaim the good news was to be willing “to carry the cross” (Mk 8:34). We usually take these words as an invitation to bear, with patience, whatever God gives us. That would have been a narrow interpretation of what Jesus really meant. “To carry the cross” should neither be interpreted simplistically as being willing to suffer martyrdom, since it does not only deal with a disposition which perhaps will end up one day in a violent death. Jesus does not invite us to an isolated act but to an attitude. To carry the cross is to have the courage to undertake a journey where one tastes, experiences failure, bitterness and ridicule. The powerful render the condemnation, humiliate, harass and insult the criminal up to his death. That was how Jesus saw it, and therefore, suffered. The road to Christianity is tough. To stick to this road up to the last is the proof of our faithfulness to our commitment to justice.

(Mt 27:31-32; Mk 15:20-21; Lk 23:26-32; Jn 19:17)

 

Taken from the book: A Certain Jesus, Vol. 3 (Chapter 121)
Copyright @ 1998 by Claretian Publications, Philippines

This book offers a new approach to appreciating the life of Jesus. The first part of the Chapter is in dialogue form in an up-to-date conversational language. This makes the reader realize that Jesus was once a very ordinary guy, a typical man in his time. The last part of each chapter contains an explanation of the biblical references, thus giving one the perspective for reflection.

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