Prostitute at Calvary

Today was beautiful, the scents of the market were always my favorite. The sweet fruits and perfumes are always enchanting. The warmth of freshly baked bread always had a way of making me feel safe at home. I lacked the funds for the finest jewelry and the prettiest of things, I scooped up a handful of diamonds marveling at their beauty. I knew I would never be able to afford them but loved dreaming as if it was possible. As if I would be a princess clothed in beauty and loved by all. Suddenly a lady swiped the diamonds out of my hands. Get out of here, you don’t belong in this place. Before I could say anything, she shoved me into the streets, a crowd of people screamed at me, get out of here, we don’t want your kind here. Go back to your streets and find yourself a man who would enjoy your presence.

 I Ran as fast as I could to escape their violent eyes and hide to catch my breath. Why must I endure the pain of this world, what must… A crowd of angry chants filled the air, but It wasn’t my crowd of angry people. No, these people were different, I walked out of that alleyway and looked around the corner and watched a group of people crowding this criminal. NO, not a criminal, I know this man! This was the good teacher who had spared me when the people brought me before Him. Why would they do this to Him? What has he done that would deserve this?  He was bleeding, He was stumbling under the pressure of the cross He was carrying. Stop! He has done nothing wrong. Stop! Stop hurting Him. I couldn’t press past the crowd, every part of me longed to just get to him to help carry that burden. I saw this invisible power crash down upon the cross He was carrying. somehow, I knew that the burdens were my sins that I committed, and every time they crashed upon His head, I watched Him fall to the ground. NO! He doesn’t deserve It; I have done those things. It’s me who you want, not Him. Another sin fell on His shoulders and He fell to the ground; I reached to help but was shoved out of the way by the angry crowd. 

They spat, they screamed and cursed this perfect Man. All He did was look at all of them with pure love; tears streamed down my face once I realized I was included in this love. No one has ever looked at me that way and this man knows all I have done. He knows how worthless I am and yet He is taking on all my sins. My sins fell on Him. NO, those are mine! How could I do this to Him? A flood of sins poured on His shoulders as people began to mock Him saying “Hail the King of the Jews”.  All I wanted to do was to stop the chaos and pull Him away, saving Him the way He saved me. Pain pierced my heart when I heard the clanking of the nail being hit by a hammer. The air was filled with people screaming, crucify Him!  My Lord forgive us because this is not how we glorify a King. Then their words changed to, “He saved others, but He cannot save Himself! If He is the King of Israel, then He should be able to come down from the cross?” 

I wondered why He didn’t, Why He didn’t bring Himself down from the cross? He turned and stared at me as if He heard what I said, like a whisper in the wind I heard Him speak. He looked deeply into my eyes. Without moving his lips, He said, because of you, it’s because of you that I stay here on this cross. In that moment I understood, He was not going to this cross because these people lead Him here, but because He loved me and everyone here. I looked around and saw that I was not the only one who had heard and experienced this. People throughout the crowd turned from the cross with tears streaming down our faces. This changed everything.   

By -R.D. Jess

Published by reneweddream

I am a lover of writings and over the years I have collected a handful of poems and stories I have written. The more I wrote the more I realized I should do something with it, besides putting it in a box.

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