I know that as Christians we are supposed to be very moved by Christ's suffering, and I am. In fact I taught comparative religions in college at one point and when I came to the passion of Christ I could become quite emotional in lecturing on it.
But let me add something that will not set well with most posters. When I see Christ on the cross, I think of the gross suffering that human beinga have suffered through the centuries. Remember all those who have died, often very young, because of plagues, persecution, wars, tragic accidents, excruciating diseases, gnawing hunger, and much more. I sometimes even bring to mind the inhabitants of Jericho and Ai, slaughtered by Joshua, the Amalekites, murdered by Saul, and, of course, the Holocaust as well as all the 60 million killed in World War II. I think of American young men and women who gave their lives in our wars, starting with the Revolution and through Korea and Vietnam, in Iraq and Afghanistan, and all the innocent civilians, mostly women and children, killed in such wars. And what about the millions lost through miscarriages or aborted?
Now, as a Christian (albeit a liberal one) I am very moved by Christ's death. However, now and then I am tempted to think this way. Forgive it in advance. Jesus went through some hours of torment and torture, true. Yes, I am deeply touched by it. But he knew that he would rise in three days and reign eternally over the entire universe. He knew that as the Son of God he had a special place 'on the right hand of the Father Almighty'. He knew that he had power over everything, including death. etc.
But millions of everyday people, with no such expectations, have suffered for weeks, months, even years, perhaps in the frozen areas of Siberia, or in WWII concentration camps, maybe on beds of pain for months and longer suffering from cancer or leprosy or dozens of other diseases. Some died after accidents, lingering for weeks. Some died on the battlefield, maybe bleeding to death alone and lonely. Many have died alone in convalescent homes, with little to comfort them. And we could go on and on.
So, I sometimes am tempted to think that Christ on the cross symbolizes and memoralizes and remembers and honors so many, many, many innocent people, most of them unknown and unsung. It should remind us that we must not forget these people and those who suffer today, that we should make greater and greater effort to wage peace, feed the hungry, fight diseases, battle injustice, and much more.
God bless people of every creed, color and country. May religion become a bridge and not a barrier.