A Man and His Donkey Part 5

On top of my donkey once again, we trekked across the city weaving our way through the bustling city preparing for the Passover. A rather large crowd was surging toward what would be the governor’s palace and I was pretty dang sure of myself that the mad preacher would be somewhere in front of that mob with the priests right behind him; no doubt pushing the preacher to his eventual fate. I circled around the mob and was able to find a building which overlooked the area where Pontius Pilate the Roman Governor came out to meet the mob. From what I could gather from my vantage point was that it didn’t matter to the religious leaders that the preacher was innocent by Roman standards, but that seems to no longer matter. That business about being the Son of God has really got those priests riled up. Unfortunately I had been waiting there for too long and my donkey began getting impatient. To get me moving again it proceeded to once again buck, but this time the motion of the buck flung me backwards away from the meeting, which I suppose I should be grateful for, because it was quite a ways down, and instead I hit the door which led down and began tumbling through all three floors and landed in a heap at the bottom. Not my most graceful moment.

Fast forwarding a little bit, I once again found myself following the mob with the mad preacher out in front. This time he was carrying a cross. Was he that threatening to the priests that they forced the Romans to kill this preacher? If they were so confident of their correctness, then they no doubt wouldn’t have even bothered going this far and instead simply ignored the fool. This did not happen and so one is led to conclude that there is something to what the preacher has been preaching about all this time. That thought requires a lot of thinking if it is true, which it looks to be. Such strangeness to have one’s religion turned upside down by someone who was for all intents and purposes a nobody. The donkey and the man arrived on top of a hill and could see where the cross was put up between two others. The two beside him do not deserve to be there. Even in agony, his bearing beggared those around him. A king of much more then the Jews, I do believe.