But they kept at it, a
shouting mob, demanding that he be crucified. And finally they shouted him
down. Pilate caved in and gave them what they wanted. He released the man
thrown in prison for rioting and murder, and gave them Jesus to do whatever
they wanted.
Luke 23:23-25, The Message Bible
Who were these people? Is it possible they were the same
ones who just days before welcomed Jesus to their city with more than just open
arms, but with palm branches and halleluiahs? And now they wanted him
crucified? Surely someone in the crowd saw how wrong this was and stood up to
the rest. Not hardly.
I wish I could believe that all of the believers had
suddenly left Jerusalem that day, that the entire population had indeed been
replaced with thieves and other criminals, people who would want another
criminal released instead of a man of peace.
Wouldn’t that be easier to understand?
We still see the same thing in our society today. How often
is it that the noisy few are the ones to be heard, the ones who quickly gather
others around them?
I’m not a sociologist or any kind of professional in human
nature. I don’t know why it is so hard to stand up for what you believe in. I
don’t know why it is so much easier to cave to the few strong people around
you, no matter if you agree or not.
All I do know is that somehow God was able to forgive them
all. And that means that mankind still has a chance.
No, not an angry crowd, but a crowd just the same. A group of Maasai, and white volunteers, gather at Saikeri for their own mini-olympics.
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