Christ above in torment hangs,
She beneath beholds the pangs
Of her dying, glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep
Whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ’s dear mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that mother’s pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
She beheld her tender Child
All with bloody scourges rent.
In February, the news surfaced that the CEO of American Title Services committed suicide using a nail gun.
A coroner’s spokeswoman Thursday said Talley was found in his garage by a family member who called authorities. They said Talley died from seven or eight self-inflicted wounds from a nail gun fired into his torso and head.
So horrific and disturbing. Jesus agonized on the cross for hours while today it takes seconds.
These nails pierce our world with violence, hatred, and pain.
These nails perpetuate white supremacy.
These nails must be melted down, it’s already too late.
Now the boys and the maidens brought wood and hay to burn Thecla: and when she was brought in naked, the governor wept and marvelled at the power that was in her. And they laid the wood, and the executioner bade her mount upon the pyre: and she, making the sign of the cross, went up upon the wood. And they lit it, and though a great fire blazed forth, the fire took no hold on her; for God had compassion on her, and caused a sound under the earth, and a cloud overshadowed her above, full of rain and hail, and all the vessel of it was poured out so that many were in peril of death, and the fire was quenched, and Thecla was preserved. – Acts of Thecla and Paul 2:22
Jesus tells the women not to weep for him, but for themselves and their children.Weeping is a way of resistance. Empires cannot handle chaos, emotion, or uncontrollability. The powers-that-be need the world to be dry-eyed, controllable, and at an Imperial peace. These women’s tears started the revolution. Their tears were sown into the hearts of the early followers and created a movement.
“Woman, Why Are You Weeping” by Jane Kenyon
They have taken away my Lord, a person
whose life I held inside me. I saw him
heal, and teach, and eat among sinners.
I saw him break the sabbath to make a higher
sabbath. I saw him lose his temper.
Wiping Jesus’s face on his way to death is seen as an act of charity, hinting at justice, a justice-to-come. In the Catholic tradition, the woman’s named Veronica, which in Greek means “true image.” A true image of God touches a true image of God.
Wounded God, Helpless Savior,
Our readied hands seek to help. Our palms are wide open.Help us to discern how to bring about the kin-dom of misfits and no-bodies. Guide us in empathy toward the battered, bruised, hurt, broken, and hated. Push us in the direction of justice beyond charity. Amen.
in the gospels, we already met a simon, simon peter.
he was foolish, but brave.
the one who made the confession that jesus was the messiah (matthew 16:16).
now that jesus bears the cross, he is found nowhere near: a run away.
a new simon was found, one who was trustworthy and strong, simon of cyrene.
where’s the in-between simon?
the simon, like me, who you can tell silly secrets to without shame.
where’s the in-between simon who needs some friends to help carry the cross with them.
where am i in the story?
(Guest post by asescalante)
While he was still speaking to the crowds, his mother and his brothers were standing outside, wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, “Look, your mother and your brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you.” But to the one who had told him this, Jesus replied, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” And pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! For whoever does the will of my Mother in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.” Matthew 12:46-50
(Guest post by asescalante)
Like the many before him who would fall, and the many after who will fall, Jesus falls. Under the weight of that which will eventually kill him he falls; this weight is not simply the physical burden of wooden beam(s), but is the weight of the Empire that would find the innocent guilty, the weight of your closest friends abandoning you in your time of need, the weight of public humiliation—the weight under which Jesus falls is the weight of physical, societal, psychological, emotional pain.
The failure of Jesus is the impossibility of his message: love your enemies; the kin-dom of God is within you; who is my mother? Paradoxical, confusing, and secretive, that which Jesus taught and lived was a message that’s whole intention was the subverting of that same weight that would later crush him.
May we fall; may we fail.
Crosses were not places of forgiveness, but of hate, torture, and death. Imagine carrying your death weapon, which will be used to kill you later that day. Horrible! Yet, isn’t this how some treat those in the LGBTQ+ community, or immigrants, or of different races? Their bodies become the cross. Rather than love and respect their bodies and identities, they are their own torture weapons.Our bodies should be blessed, not crosses!
LITANIES TO MY HEAVENLY BROWN BODY (CONTD):
BLESSED ARE THE SISSIES
BLESSED ARE THE BOI DYKES
BLESSED ARE THE PEOPLE OF COLOR MY BELOVED KITH AND KIN
BLESSED ARE THE TRANS
BLESSED ARE THE HIGH FEMMES
BLESSED ARE THE SEX WORKERS
BLESSED ARE THE AUTHENTIC
BLESSED ARE THE DIS-IDENTIFIERS
BLESSED ARE THE GENDER ILLUSIONISTS
BLESSED ARE THE NON-NORMATIVE
BLESSED ARE THE GENDERQUEERS
BLESSED ARE THE KINKSTERS
BLESSED ARE THE DISABLED
BLESSED ARE THE HOT FAT GIRLS
BLESSED ARE THE WEIRDO-QUEERS
BLESSED IS THE SPECTRUM
BLESSED IS CONSENT
BLESSED IS RESPECT
BLESSED ARE THE BELOVED WHO I DIDN’T DESCRIBE, I COULDN’T DESCRIBE, WILL LEARN TO DESCRIBE AND RESPECT AND LOVE
Jesus was condemned to crucifixion on that fateful day by the Roman Empire. Jesus disturbed the peace, ruptured the temple-industrial complex, and was not pacifying anytime soon. If we take a much-needed step back, historically, Pilate and governors before and after him condemned thousands of others too. Once in the early first century, a Roman road was scattered with crucified Jewish bodies, hundreds of them.
One’s condemnation allows for others’ freedom. The condemnation of Jesus let another rebel-rouser go free, named Jesus Barabbas (Matt. 27:17). Just to be clear though, Jesus the Christ was guilty. He was guilty of flipping the money-changers tables in the Temple. He was guilty of teaching against/broadening the Jewish law. Yet, what about the people historically and presently who are not guilty, but are condemned? What about the Emmett Tills of the world? Or the innocent children destined in the school-to-prison-pipeline? Or those who immigrated to the US for a chance just to survive?
Jesus was condemned to a cross.
Others to hangings.
Others to lynchings.
Others to life in prison.
And others to a life of hiding.