I love music – all kinds of music (not particularly fond of the red neck stuff – but even that I can take in doses). I love to sing too. Unfortunately, I am not all that good at it. It’s kind of like when people ask me if I am a golfer; my common response is that I love to golf but I would not call myself a golfer.
The reason I bore with you with these little tidbits of information about me is this: I have agreed to sing a song during our Tenebrae service next Friday as part of our Holy Week activities. Yikes!
The song that has been on my mind for months is a song by Todd Agnew entitled Blood On My Hands. It speaks to the fact that Jesus died for me and for you. The first line of the song says, “Each crack of that whip was for my mistakes – his blood is on my hands.”
We are entering into Holy Week. This is a time we set aside each year to stop and think not only about the cross and the sacrifice – but why it was necessary. Richard Niebhur said there would be no Christianity without the cross. I think he was right. It was for us Jesus died. We need to live with that fact this week.
So who put Jesus on the cross?
I did . . . and so did you!