And they crucified him, and divided his clothes among them, casting lots to decide what each should take.Mark 15.24
Ecce homo. Behold the human. Christ’s body. A broken Jewish body. Our body. Not an Olympian body. Not the exalted Emperor’s body. He mocks them with a crown of thorns and inscription on the cross. Our dying bother in which we too die. God as a mirror of our own deep-seated suffering and need. One which reminds us of those who suffer close by and far away.
In our hyper-mediated world where everything is a copy of a copy of a copy; where images come at us at the speed of light; he hangs an unmoving mediation of suffering brought close. As Jürgen Moltmann once wrote, “‘Jesus cried out, my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’ and all Christian lives are basically an answer to this question that Jesus asked while He was dying”. We are the ghosts upon the earth — a very Holy Ghost — who struggle to answer this question for ourselves and others with our lives.
Initially published in a 2019 Lenten Devotional jointly written by parishioners of the link parishes of The Church of St. Stephen with St. John, Westminster, London and The Church of the Holy Trinity, New York City.