Passion Sunday

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Mark 14:1 – 15:47

For churches that choose to observe the Sunday before Easter as Passion Sunday (rather than Palm Sunday), the power of the liturgy is held, not so much within the exposition, but in the hearing of the sordid tale of Jesus’ journey to the cross as a whole story. From Mark’s gospel, here it is. How you make this come alive again is up to you – and reliving the gospel is, after all, the whole point.


Two days before the Passover and the festivities that accompanied it, the CEOs and bureaucrats determined to find a way to make Jesus disappear and kill him. They reasoned that if they did it during the festivities, it would likely cause the rabble to start a riot.


Jesus was at Bethany in Simon’s house. (Simon was a leper.) While they were eating diner, a woman came with a bottle of Clive Christian perfume. She smashed the jar and poured it all over his head. In anger, several of the company protested, “Why was this perfume wasted like that? We could have sold that for more than $200,000! Think how much we could have given to the poor with that!” And they excoriated her.
But Jesus said, “Leave her alone. Why are you berating her? She’s done me a great service! You’ll always have poor folk with you, and you can always be kind to them. But I’m not always going to be here for you. She’s just doing what she could to help. Now I’m ready to go to my grave. Seriously, wherever people tell this story all over the world, people will tell this part. And they’ll remember her.”


Then Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve, went to the CEOs to make arrangements to rat Jesus out to them. When they heard it, they were ecstatic, and promised to pay him. So Judas began to look for an opportunity to rat Jesus out.


On the first day of the Great Festival, the day when the Festival Lamb is butchered for the feast, Jesus’ students asked him, “Where do you want to go, so we can get the place ready for you for the feast?” So he sent two of the students, saying, go into the city. A man with a water cooler will meet you there. Follow him, and where he goes into a house, tell the homeowner, ‘The teacher wants to know where the room for the feast is so that he can eat the feast with his students.’ He will show you a large room upstairs, furnished and ready. Set up the feast for us there.” So the students went to the city and found everything as Jesus had said. They got ready for the feast.


Evening came, and Jesus arrived with the twelve. When they were all at their places eating, Jesus said, “I’m telling you, one of you is going to rat me out.”
They all got upset and started protesting, “Not me! No way!”
He said to them, “It’s going to be one of the twelve. Someone who’s sitting here sharing bread with me right now. It will happen to the authentic human, according to the script. But to the one who’s going to do the deed, woe. It would have been better for you if you’d never been born.”


While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after commending it, broke it, gave it to them, and said, “This is my body. Take it.” Then he took a cup and after sharing his thanks, gave it to them. They all drank from it, and he told them, “The deal is, that’s my blood, poured out for many. I’m telling you, I won’t drink wine again until I drink it with you over the finish line.”
After they sang a song, they left for Mount Olive.


Jesus said to them, “You’ll all abandon me. You know what they say: ‘When the shepherd falls, the sheep scatter.’ But after I’m raised up, I’ll see you in Galilee.”
Peter told him, “Even if the rest abandon you, I won’t.”
Jesus said, “I’m telling you, before the rooster crows twice, you will disown me three times.”
Peter retorted, “I won’t disown you. Not even if I have to die with you.” All of them said the same.


They went to the oil press, where he said to his students, “Sit here while I pray.” He took Peter and James and John with him. He began to feel anguished and tense. He told them, “I feel so devastated, I just want to die. You stay here, and keep watch.”
He went a little farther on where he slumped to the ground and prayed for the possibility of being spared from suffering:
“Daddy, anything’s possible for you. Change my fate. But what I want doesn’t change what you’ve ordained.”
He went back and found them asleep, and he said to Peter, “Simon, are you sleeping? You can’t even stay on guard one hour. Stay awake and pray that you won’t cave in when it counts. Your spirit is eager, but you lack guts.”
He went off again to pray, in the same way as before. And when he came back he found them sleeping, unable to keep their eyes open. They didn’t have anything to say.
And then a third time he came back and said, “Are you still sleeping, getting yourselves rested up? Time’s up! The chosen one has been betrayed, given up to criminals. Get up, it’s time to go. See, my double-crosser is here now.”


Just then, as he was still talking, Judas, one of the twelve, arrived from the CEO’s, bureaucrats, and lobbyists with a crowd carrying machetes and clubs. He’d given them a signal: “The one I kiss is the man you want. Arrest him, and have the police take him away.”
When he arrived, he went straight to Jesus, saying, “Teacher!” And he kissed him. They cuffed him, and placed him under arrest. Someone standing nearby drew a machete and took a swing at the Chief Justice’s lackey, cutting off his ear.
“So, you’ve come out with machetes and clubs, like an armed bandit?” Jesus said, “All that time I was right there with you in the Cathedral, and you didn’t arrest me there? This is so predictable. It’s all in the script.”


All his students ran away, but they caught hold of a certain young fellow who’d been following him, who wore nothing but a linen toga. He dropped the toga and ran off naked.


They took Jesus to the Chief Justice, where all the CEOs, lobbyists and bureaucrats were gathered. Peter followed from way back, right into the Chief Justice’s courtyard. He sat there with the police, warming himself by the fire.
Now the CEOs and the whole Chamber of Commerce were there looking for witnesses against Jesus, to make a case for sentencing him to the death penalty. None came forward. Or rather, lots of people came forward, but they were lying and couldn’t get their stories straight.
Some came and lied, “We heard him say, ‘I will take down the hand-built Cathedral, and build a virtual one.” But they couldn’t get their stories straight about even this.
Finally, the Chief Justice stood and asked Jesus, “What do you have to say for yourself? What are they trying to say about you?” But Jesus remained silent, and refused to answer. So the Chief Justice asked again, “Are you the authentic human, the Son of all we hold dear?”
Jesus said, “I am. And the authentic human will show you what real power is. You’ll soon know what ‘pie in the sky’ is about.”
The Chief Justice tore off his robe, and said, “We don’t need witnesses. You’ve heard his arrogance yourselves. What say you?” All of them said he deserved to die. They filed by and spat on him. They tied a blindfold on him and punched him. “Tell us something now!”
The police also, started beating him, and dragged him off.


Meanwhile, Peter was below in the courtyard. One of the Chief Justice’s slave girls came by, and when she saw him there warming himself, she recognized him and said, “You’re with that Nazarene man.”
Peter denied it though. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “I don’t understand why you’d say that.” And he left out the front courtyard.
As he was leaving a rooster crowed. And the slave girl kept on saying to everyone around, “This man is one of them.”
Again, he denied it. And still other bystanders also began saying, “You sure are one of his people. You’re a Galilean.”
Peter began to curse and swear, “I don’t know the man you’re talking about.”
As he did, the rooster crowed for the second time, and Peter remembered Jesus saying to him, “Before the rooster crows twice, you will disown me three times.” And he lost it in a wave of tears.


At the crack of dawn, the CEOs held a meeting with the lobbyists and the bureaucrats and the Chamber. They tied Jesus up and took him to Pilate, who asked him, “Are you the ‘King of the Jews’?”
“You say so,” Jesus replied.
The CEOs presented their trumped up case. Then Pilate asked again, “Don’t you want to answer any of these charges?” But Jesus kept silent. Pilate was astonished.


One of the festival traditions was that Pilate would release one prisoner, any one the mob might request. As it happened, a man who went by the name “Son of the Father” was also in prison with the insurrectionists who had committed murder during the rebellion. So when the masses came forward to ask Pilate to release someone, according to the custom, knowing very well that the Chamber had handed Jesus over out of spite, he asked them, “Do you want me to release the ‘King of the Jews’ for you?” Meanwhile the Chamber members riled up the crowd to have him release “Son of the Father” to them instead.
“What do you want me to do with the ‘King of the Jews?’” Pilate asked.
“Crucify him,” they shouted back.
“Why? What’s he done wrong?” Pilate asked them.
But they shouted louder and louder, “Crucify him!”
So, to placate the masses, Pilate released “Son of the Father.” And, after giving Jesus a lashing, sent him off to be crucified.


The soldiers took Jesus to a courtyard in the Governor’s mansion, and when the whole company was there, they put a purple cape on him, and twisted some thorns into a crown and put it on his head. They began saluting him. “Hail, King of the Jews,” they mocked. They struck his head with a whip, spat on him, and knelt down in mock deference. Then they took off the purple cape, dressed him again in his own clothes, and took him off to crucify him.


They forced a bystander to carry Jesus’ cross. Simon from Cyrene, Alex and Rufus’s father, who was coming in from the country. They brought Jesus to skull hill, called Golgotha. They offered him a mixture of wine and myrrh, but he refused it. Then they crucified him, and divided his clothes among them, deciding who got what by lottery.
It was nine in the morning when they crucified him. The charge against him was formally noted: “King of the Jews.” They crucified two insurrectionists with him, one on either side.
People passing by mocked him. Shaking their heads, they would say, “Ha! And you said you’d destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days! Save yourself and come down from that cross.”
The Chamber members and the bureaucrats also mocked him, saying among themselves, “He rescued others, but he can’t save himself. Let him, the anointed King of Israel, come down from the cross now. Let’s see it to believe it.”
Those who were crucified with him also insulted him.


At noon, darkness descended everywhere. It stayed dark until three in the afternoon. At 3 pm, Jesus shouted, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.” (My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?)
Some who heard him said, “Look out! He’s calling Elijah!” Someone ran and got a sponge full of wine vinegar, put it on a pole, and offered it to Jesus, saying, “Let’s see if Elijah comes to get him down.” He refused to drink. He breathed his last breath. That moment, the curtain in the Cathedral ripped in two from top to bottom.
A lieutenant who was standing there and saw him die this way said, “Yeah, that was God’s child alright.”


Some of the women who had followed him from Galilee to Jerusalem, and used to serve him, were watching from far off. Their names were Mary Magdalene, Mary, young James’s mother, and Salome.
When evening fell, since it was late on Friday just before the holy day, Joseph from Arimathea, who was a leading member of the Chamber and who was eagerly waiting for the old theocracy to be restored, went boldly to Pilate to ask for Jesus’ body. Pilate was incredulous that Jesus could already be dead, so he summoned the lieutenant to ask if it was true that Jesus had been dead for a while. When the lieutenant confirmed this, he released the body to Joseph.
So, Joseph bought a linen cloth. He took Jesus down from the cross, wrapped his body in the cloth, and laid him in a mausoleum carved out of rock. Then he rolled a stone over the entrance.
Mary Magdalene and Mary, Joses’ mother, saw where it was laid.