The Unknown Story at The Cross

2613828b4abd57fd7a804a535bdea7bfToday is Good Friday. I am not sure who or what you believe in, but I believe in Jesus – so I thought I’d share a short story I wrote today. I was reading Matthew 27:52-53 today and found something I’d never read before – or noticed before. It’s truly amazing. So I thought I’d write a short story from a character who isn’t mentioned. Hope you enjoy my short story.

This is a never before told story from the point of view of a girl at redemption’s cross.

Ever since mother died, I started following him. He was like the older brother I’d never had.

I can’t stand it. He is innocent and didn’t do anything wrong.

Passion of Christ
Passion of Christ

They hung him on the cross and pounded nails into his wrists and feet. I couldn’t watch, nor could I imagine going through such a trial. His strength and passion amazes me. How could he allow them to do this to him.

The sky shatters into darkness and all the people around us hush into quietness. The sky is dark like a veil covered the earth.

The women around me turn and grab hands with one another. What is happening? Is the world ending? Are we going to die? What is Jesus going to do? I thought as my heart raced. The wind blew harshly. I sat on the ground and huddled with the other women. It was then that he spoke.

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” He cried into the dark sky with a broken spirit. Despair filled his voice. I’d never seen him like this, before. It was a cry of total abandonment. 

I felt at unease. There was no response. The wind rushed around us intensely. I couldn’t help but wonder if God abandoned him? And what did that mean for all of us – did he abandon us all?

“I think He’s calling to Elijah!” A man some distance away yelled.

“I’m thirsty!” Jesus called. A rough looking man grabbed a sponge and dunked it into vinegar. He hoisted it up to Jesus’ mouth. Once he was done many people yelled angrily.

“Okay, stop now. Let’s see if Elijah comes.” A group of loud people said.

“It is finished!” Jesus cried in anguish. He breathed his last breath and was still.

“He is dead.” a man yelled. I felt tears collecting deep inside of me. A brokenness shattered through my heart. I have no idea how to place these feelings into words. A tension moves up my throat and leaves my mouth in a cry. Tears pool from my eyes.

The earth rumbled and shook beneath my feet. First the darkness, and now the shaking ground? 

I got up with some of the other women and went into the city. We walked past the temple where a loud noise echoed. People ran out of the temple.

“The curtain has torn.” The earth shook again.

“I will see you later!” I said as I turned from the other women and ran off down the cobblestone paths toward my house. I pulled the door open. Once inside I slammed the door. The ground shook as I got onto my knees. I couldn’t stop crying.

Someone knocked on the front door.

I slowly stood up and made my way to the door. When I opened it, I didn’t expect to see who was standing in front of me. Her face was so familiar.

“Mara!” She said. My mouth fell open as I embraced her.

“Mother – How are you here? I’m not sure what all has been happening tonight.”

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I was amazed when I found this:

“And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people.” – Matthew 50-53

Hope you enjoyed the unknown story at the cross!

Happy Good Friday!

7 thoughts on “The Unknown Story at The Cross

  1. I use to write stories about certain Bible characters and how they must have felt and what they did. It was a helpful exercise into a deeper understanding of that person’s faith and struggles. And I see that you’ve done that here for all of us, Devin. It truly gives us an emotional and compelling perspective that deepens the story of those at the foot of the cross. Thanks for sharing this, my friend!

    1. Awe, thank you Beth! Thanks for coming over and visiting the blog today!

      Writing stories from the perspective of the people during those times really does help you see more of what they were undergoing and what they were struggling with at that time.

      I am glad you enjoyed this story. 🙂 Thanks again for reading.

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