
Some 2,000 years ago, the itinerant Israelite preacher named Jesus was put to death for claiming to be God. He was whipped, scourged, beaten, and then nailed to a wooden cross until he was dead.
Today–“Good Friday”– is the traditional commemoration of the barbaric murder of this one man. While churches around the world will fill to overflowing on the Sunday upcoming as a celebration for the miraculous events that occurred on the first Sunday after the crucifixion, many of those same churches open their doors on this eve to reflect on the somber occasion of the murder that happened that day so long ago.
The doctrines of the faith that bears the moniker of Jesus claims that it is appropriate to engage on solemn reflection on this day because its teachings assert that I am (and are you, too, dear reader) complicit in the execution of this innocent (and correct in all his claims) man.
My first reaction is to object; after all, his murder took place approximately 190 centuries before I was even born.
Yet, the Bible’s historical account of Jesus’ execution reports that when Rome’s occupying governor Pontius Pilate “washed his hands” of complicity for murdering the innocent man Jesus, everyone in the crowd cried out, “Let his blood be on us and our children! (Matthew 27:25)”
The crowd’s self-incrimination was not that they were calling down a curse upon themselves, but that they had assumed responsibility for imposing this death sentence upon Jesus. They were so certain of the appropriateness of what they were doing that they willingly assigned responsibility for this decision upon all the generations that followed them.
All the same, what does that have to do with me? I’m not Jewish and I’m not Roman (or even Middle-European).
Again, I go to the Bible to try to understand the evidence presented in my indictment.
There, I find:
- that there is no difference between Jew or Gentile. (Romans 3:22, 10:10)
- that I offend God and rebel against him. (Romans 3:23)
- that I don’t have anything in me on my own that loves God. (Romans 7:18)
The logical, rational, human mind reasons that this evidence reveals me to be a rebel, but my defense is argues that to be guilty of rebellion doesn’t necessarily mean that I should take the blame for killing Jesus, as if I were the one who picked up the hammer and drove the nails piercing Jesus to the cross.
However, the timeless testimony of the Bible counters my protestations with the reminders:
- If I break one command, I am guilty of breaking the entire law. (James 1:18)
- Because I am guilty, I deserve punishment (Nahum 1:3)
It seems rather obvious that the simple solution to this mounting case against me is to simply deny the both the claim and the claimant. I could argue, “but I’m a good person” to the former, and, “the Bible’s untrustworthy” to the latter. Yet, its word overrules both with one reply: “God’s word is living, active, and sharper than any two-edged sword. It penetrates to the point that it separates the soul from the spirit and the joints from the marrow. It’s able to judge the heart’s thoughts and intentions. (Hebrews 4:12)”
And so I fall silent and I allow the Book to read me, which compels me to reflect upon my culpability in the events of Christ’s death-by-crucifixion.
I admit, I have rebelled against God. This confession is my statement of agreement with what God says about me and my conduct. More times than I can count, I have done things, thought things, said things and perceived things against, in opposition to, or contrary to God. Every time this has happened, my rebellion against him is tantamount to initiating to actions to murder God.
You see, that’s what you have to do in order to be in control of your own life. You have to murder God. And it seems absolutely silly to suggest that such a thing is possible. But if God’s authority is absolute and his sovereignty is complete, anything you do independently of him or in defiance to him is nothing less than an attempted coup.
Today is an important day. It is the symbolic anniversary of the day that God allowed his creation to murder him. He did this voluntarily (1 John 3:16). I am part of God’s creation. I stand accused in the face of overwhelming evidence that convicts me.
I am guilty.
I did, in fact, kill God.
I deserve the punishment appropriate for these selfish, loveless thoughts, attitudes, and actions.
If all of life is simply the long delay in the passing sentence for my deeds, how sad and tragic life would be.
It is here that this same Bible that rightly judges my heart and intentions, also reveals that the innocent blood on my guilty hands for Jesus’ death is the same blood that covers my guilt for all my rebellion against God (see Romans 4:6-8; 1 Peter 4:8).
My rational mind can’t fathom it. I’m guilty. He is innocent. He willingly and willfully came, to lay down his life (John 10:17-18). He lived to die, so that the guilty could be forgiven (Phil. 2:5-11).
Good Friday.
Good God.

