SATURDAY, MARCH 28TH, 2015
excerpts from Nicodemus—–
You know why I didn’t, don’t you? Go ahead and say it. I was a coward. You see, in my heart of hearts, I knew God had sent him among us. My country was getting further and further away from the teachings of Yahweh. Most of our leaders, including me, were sacred stiff of the Roman authorities.
At any rate, the years passed and now it was too late. Before I knew what was happening the Sanhedrin had met and pronounced Jesus guilty of blasphemy. Before noon he was hanging on a cross.
I talked with Joseph of Arimathea, the only member of the council I knew who leaned toward Jesus. The common practice for people who died on crosses was to leave their bones exposed to the elements until they rotted away. Joseph and I went to Pilate and asked for permission to give Jesus a decent burial. Joseph offered a tomb and I furnished a mixture of 75 pounds of myrrh and aloes. I hoped Jesus knew that in the midnight hour I’d turned from being a coward to becoming a seeker.