Darkness fell.
It was like light had never existed, like the thought of it had never even entered into the mind of God. It was like some sort of behemoth of a giant had snuffed out the rays of the sun like the flame of a candle with his putrid breath.
The earth quaked.
The very rocks under our feet shuddered as if outraged at what we had done. We thought that some sort of beast was going to crawl out of the dust and punish us for our sins.
Then the dead woke up.
They walked among us looking at us like we had caused this.
And maybe we had.
The sky thundered.
Not a single flash of lightning showed its face, nor did the rain fall. It was just the thunder; pure, unadulterated, and vehement. Like the heavens were reprimanding us.
The curtain tore in two.
From top to bottom, like that sun-snuffing giant had ripped it in his anger. Except that any giant, no matter how gargantuan, would have been struck dead upon entering that place.
What had we done?
Only God could have torn that curtain. It was only by his hand that such a mighty feat could have been accomplished.
What did it mean?
Could it be that God was no longer going to associate with His People? Or could it be that He had been among us this whole time?
And even though I'm not a Jew, only one phrase enters my mind as I stare fixedly upon that figure nailed to the tree. That poor, mutilated Man. He doesn't even look like a man anymore, not after what we did to Him. He doesn't even look like an animal. But I could still see His Love. And I couldn't help but say the words which were beating into my brain, like the nails had been beaten into Him.
"Surely this Man was the Son of God."
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