Random and not so random musings from a 5th generation NE Missourian who became a 1st generation Episcopalian. Let the good times roll!

(Crucifixion, detail, Jan Van Eyck, 1420-25, from The Edge of the Enclosure)

Jesus is Brought Before the Priests, Elders, and Scribes

They took Jesus to the high priest; and all the chief priests, the elders, and the scribes were assembled. Peter had followed him at a distance, right into the courtyard of the high priest; and he was sitting with the guards, warming himself at the fire. Now the chief priests and the whole council were looking for testimony against Jesus to put him to death; but they found none. For many gave false testimony against him, and their testimony did not agree. Some stood up and gave false testimony against him, saying, "We heard him say, 'I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and in three days I will build another, not made with hands.'" But even on this point their testimony did not agree.

Then the high priest stood up before them and asked Jesus, "Have you no answer? What is it that they testify against you?" But he was silent and did not answer. Again the high priest asked him, "Are you the Messiah, the Son of the Blessed One?" Jesus said, "I am; and 'you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of the Power,' and 'coming with the clouds of heaven.'"

Then the high priest tore his clothes and said, "Why do we still need witnesses? You have heard his blasphemy! What is your decision?" All of them condemned him as deserving death. Some began to spit on him, to blindfold him, and to strike him, saying to him, "Prophesy!" The guards also took him over and beat him.

Mark 14:53-65

They’re picking on Jeremy again, God.

Why don’t you do something?

Yeah, I know he’s kind of effeminate.

He doesn’t really help himself much, either, you know.

He told me once they text message him at all hours of the night. Mean things. Nasty things.
Hateful things.

If they aren’t picking on him, they’re picking on Jasmine.

She told me once they used to make her cry herself to sleep over their vicious postings and texts.

But then one day, she said, she just stopped crying. But she stopped being online, too.

Why do you let this happen, God? Why do you let people be bullied?

But mostly, why am I afraid to challenge their vile behavior? Change me, God. Please change me.



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