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Adapted from "Making Jesus Lord" by Loren Cunningham;
At the end of time, billions of people were scattered on a great plain before God's throne. Some of the groups near the front talked heatedly, not cringing with shame but with belligerence
'How can God judge us? How can He know about suffering?' snapped a joking brunette. She jerked back a sleeve to reveal a tattooed number from a Nazi concentration camp. ' We endured terror, beatings, torture, death'
In another group, a black man lowered his collar. 'What about this?' he demanded, showing an ugly rope burn. 'Lynched for no crime but being black! We've suffocated in slave ships, been wrenched from loved onces, toiled till only death gave relief.'
Far out across the plain were hundreds of such groups. Each one had a complain against God for the evil and suffering being permitted in this world.
How lucky God was to live in heaven, where all was sweetness and light, where there was no weeping, no fear, no hunger, no hatred. Indeed what did God know about what man had been forced to endure in this world? 'After all, God leads a pretty sheltered life,' they said.
So each group sent out a leader, chosen because he has suffered the most. There was a Jew, a black, an untouchable from India, an illegitimate, a person from Hiroshima and one from a Siberian slave camp. In the center of the plain, they consulted with each other. At last, they were ready to present their case.
It was rather simple: Before God would be qualified to be their judge, He must endure what they had endured. Their decision was that God should be sentenced to live on earth as a man.
But because He was God, they set certain safeguards to be sure He could not use His divine powers to help Himself:
Let Him be born Jew
Let the legitimacy of His birth be doubted so that none will know who is really His father
Let Him champion a cause so just but so radical that it brought down upon Him the hate, condemnation and eliminating efforts of every major traditional and established religious authority
Let Him try to describe what no man has ever seen, heard, tasted or smelled. Let Him try to communicate God to man.
Let him be betrayed by His dearest friends
Let him be indicted on false charge and tried before a prejudiced jury and convicted by a cowardly judge.
Let Him see what it is to be terribly alone completely abandoned by every living thing. Let Him be tortured and let Him die the most humiliating death with common thieves.
As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of approval went up from the great throng of people.
When the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long silence.
No one uttered another word. No one moved.
For suddenly, all knew - God had already served His sentence.
At the end of time, billions of people were scattered on a great plain before God's throne. Some of the groups near the front talked heatedly, not cringing with shame but with belligerence
'How can God judge us? How can He know about suffering?' snapped a joking brunette. She jerked back a sleeve to reveal a tattooed number from a Nazi concentration camp. ' We endured terror, beatings, torture, death'
In another group, a black man lowered his collar. 'What about this?' he demanded, showing an ugly rope burn. 'Lynched for no crime but being black! We've suffocated in slave ships, been wrenched from loved onces, toiled till only death gave relief.'
Far out across the plain were hundreds of such groups. Each one had a complain against God for the evil and suffering being permitted in this world.
How lucky God was to live in heaven, where all was sweetness and light, where there was no weeping, no fear, no hunger, no hatred. Indeed what did God know about what man had been forced to endure in this world? 'After all, God leads a pretty sheltered life,' they said.
So each group sent out a leader, chosen because he has suffered the most. There was a Jew, a black, an untouchable from India, an illegitimate, a person from Hiroshima and one from a Siberian slave camp. In the center of the plain, they consulted with each other. At last, they were ready to present their case.
It was rather simple: Before God would be qualified to be their judge, He must endure what they had endured. Their decision was that God should be sentenced to live on earth as a man.
But because He was God, they set certain safeguards to be sure He could not use His divine powers to help Himself:
Let Him be born Jew
Let the legitimacy of His birth be doubted so that none will know who is really His father
Let Him champion a cause so just but so radical that it brought down upon Him the hate, condemnation and eliminating efforts of every major traditional and established religious authority
Let Him try to describe what no man has ever seen, heard, tasted or smelled. Let Him try to communicate God to man.
Let him be betrayed by His dearest friends
Let him be indicted on false charge and tried before a prejudiced jury and convicted by a cowardly judge.
Let Him see what it is to be terribly alone completely abandoned by every living thing. Let Him be tortured and let Him die the most humiliating death with common thieves.
As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of approval went up from the great throng of people.
When the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long silence.
No one uttered another word. No one moved.
For suddenly, all knew - God had already served His sentence.