Better late than never . . .
Wednesday evening, my husband and I finally saw “The Passion of the Christ.” Wow. I have to confess that I had mixed emotions about seeing it. Not because of all the controversy surrounding it, but because in a way I was afraid I wouldn’t have the “appropriate” emotional response. I accepted Jesus as my savior as a child, but in the many years since I’ve gone through valleys in my relationship with Him (like most Christians, I’m sure). I’ve been in a shallow valley for a while now, and at times I just feel hollow, although I know that my salvation and my relationship with Jesus is real. So I worried that I would sit there and be hollow in the midst of this vivid depiction of His sacrifice.
Silly me. I did start out feeling that way, but as the movie progressed, the most unexpected scenes touched my heart and I cried. The scene where Jesus is lashed to the whipping post and the psychopaths are laughing as they flog Him blew me away. Here are these vile men, who in our day and time would make the criminals in “America’s Most Wanted” look like Sunday School teachers, laughing and whooping it up as they turn God’s Son into a bloody pulp. And the fact is, He suffered it all for THEM. As they tore His flesh with their instruments of torture, His love for them held Him there. Amazing. And subsequently, His love for ALL OF US held Him there. “For ALL have sinned and come short of the glory of God . . . “
The other things that affected me were the scenes between Jesus and his mother, Mary. I loved the way He interacted with Mary when he was working on the table and she called him to eat. She told Him to wash His hands and He playfully splashed the water at her. It showed Jesus as a loving, joyful person — not some somber, stern person. I just loved that. I think that’s what it will be like in Heaven.
The scene where He falls and Mary runs to Him, thinking back to when He was a tiny child and fell . . . that really got my mommy’s heart. I know how much I love my daughter, and I can’t begin to imagine what that must have been like for Mary. And if Mary’s pain was so great, imagine what God the Father’s must be? For His Son, and for each and every one of us on this earth that turns away from Him?
I am so glad that I went to see it. It was well worth it.
Thank you, Mr. Gibson, for having the courage to follow the call of the Holy Spirit to make this movie. And most of all, thank you, Lord, for sending your Holy Son for all mankind.