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Kalixtus
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Chapter XV
The sentence of crucifixion
You understand now, my dear children, why I can tell you what occurred then. I was indeed in that very place, right behind Christos. My eyes, my ears, indeed, all my senses were in great alertness as in moments of great distress.
Having arrived in the office of the Procurator, he looked at us and questioned us: “Which of you is it that is made to be called Christos?”
We both answered, without hesitation: “It is I, Roman!”
Yes, my dear children, I loved Christos so much that I wished to undergo his punishment in his place and this is why I tried to attract suspicion on myself… but I was not equal to the greatness of my claim: Ponce was not deceived, for he had opposite him a large and beautiful man and a sad young rebel. It is thus natural that he addressed himself to Christos in these terms: “So, you are he that is called the Messiah, the guide, the mirror of the divinity? And you disturb the order of the city?”
“You have said it, buffoon!” Christos answered.
“Listen,” said Ponce, “since you have arrived in Jerusalem, the city began going badly. The bread is stale, the vegetables withered, the fish smelly, and the meat nauseating. All this because, now, people want to do nothing but listen to you. Moreover, you weaken the power of Rome and our pagan worship by saying all these stupid, ridiculous things about love, and all these things that people should not believe! Now, I have just received a complaint from the head of the pagan priests; it appears that you treated yourself to his flask! This is a pretty problem!”
The figure of Christos smiled before answering: “Yes, I know it. Your Empire looks like a paddle wheel. Each mechanism is in the place that is appropriate to him by his birth, and regularly achieves the task for which he was created. And you benefit from that by controlling the people, and forcing them to work for indecent wages. However, here I am, one who brings the truth; it is not surprising that I should inconvenience you… I know it very well. Moreover: The first which says the truth, he will be assassinated!”
Ponce says then: “What, you do not approve of slavery? Even as it is exerted on other tribes that hold it also?”
“No,” affirmed Christos, “solidarity must now exceed the simple framework of the city! We all are human and in that we are the creatures of God. For this reason to make a vagrant to work in the mine for less than 17 coins is a shame, even if it comes from another City. And to make it sweat for less than 18 coins, by making it kill calf, cow or pig, is a scandal!”
Ponce was aggravated… He declared then: “Christos, you will be banished. Now you are released. Following business: Kramer versus Kramer. Ah, and do not forget to release Bar-Tabac, it is the day of amnesty today. ”
Then, Christos was astonished by the sentence, and pronounced these words: “Procurator! You can banish me, but in whatever city that I will be in, I will act always thus, and will become the same danger to the plenitude of the Empires and the Republics which constitute the world.”
Ponce was exceedingly angry and answered him: “Since you think yourself so wise, and since I have now heartburn, you will be crucified like the agitators, and in addition, since you have wasted my time and disturbed my digestion, you will be tortured. It was not necessary to seek me!”
Then the Procurator noticed my presence, and he had pity on me in my youth, seeing me in tears. He turned to one of his guards and said to him: “I do not care about this one, just take him outside!”
But Christos caught me by the sleeve and had time to whisper in my ear: “My body will undergo a thousand torments, but it is so that your heart does not have to undergo them. When you pray to The Most High, devote the bread and the wine to friendship, symbols of my flesh and my blood, in order to never forget my sacrifice for you. Also pay homage to those who, by their virtue, will be an example in your eyes of the love that is due to God. In truth, there is no more beautiful homage to God than to love without anything to gain in return.”
These last words were shouted because some guards carried Christos into the jail while others seized me to throw me outside.
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Chapter XVI
His death and elevation to paradise
It was one atrocious moment! When I fell on the street, the guards kicked me and beat me, but I was so upset by what I had just witnessed that I did not feel the hardness of the paving stones nor the soles of their shoes. The confidence of Christos gave me enlightenment, and I seized finally all the vastness of the History of this man.
I rose, crying, and stumbled down the streets, not knowing any more where to go… The idlers observed me curiously, some pityingly, others amused. Then, suddenly, I heard the sonority of a Roman trumpet… Instinctively, I guided myself to the source of the noise and my steps carried me out onto a great place.
The troop of legionaries was assembled around Christos, with Ponce and the chief pagan at the head, horsed. All went up, in a slow train, toward the hill of the condemned… An increasingly large crowd, whose clamour filled up the lanes and went up toward the sky, followed them. Nothing could stop the convoy, though, not even the cries of Natchiachia and the apostles…
With Christos, they took along two others, also condemned to public execution; these were named Black and Decker. These criminals were to be quartered.
The climb was painful and exhausting, especially on this hot and heavy day. The sun illuminated nature and the city, covering it with a layer of brightness and tension. But that did not prevent the crowd from assembling and from crying over the death of one whom it had just started to love.
Ponce and the large pagan priest, who were not tired, because they were horsed, soon reached the top of the hill. Seeing the crowd piling up, they decided that Christos’ punishment, to have disturbed the order of the city and to have preached against the belief of the impious priests, was to be exemplary.
Christos was whipped for more than an hour by the guards, but not a cry ever escaped from his mouth. He endured their worst lashes with a calm and serene air.
Then, the torturers scoffed at his faith and insulted God, hoping to unchain his anger. But he never answered them, even when they girded him with cords that they tightened with pulleys according to the wishes of the large priest.
Christos remained still as though of marble in front of the cruelty of these men, alone in his suffering and his sorrow, but supported by faith in God. His face was never as beautiful as at this time. His anguish had passed and there remained on his features only the expressions of a deep love and a great inner peace.
The Romans and the pagans thus decided to pass on to more serious punishments. They ordered then for the crucifixion to take place.
They nailed Christos on a large wood cross that they then hoisted up on the hill. And Christos was found there above all, dominating the other human ones… Such as a lamb, he had been sacrificed on the altar of the established order because he called into question the society of the time and its false values.
Christos died after hours of anguish… anguish during which he prayed to The Most High and looked down on the men below. It was the evening, when the air chilled and the sky darkened, that he gave up his soul with a sigh.
Then, from the sky, a large ray of light pierced the dark and threatening clouds and haloed the body of Christos. Without causing this halation to disappear from sight, the skies were reflected to thunder, and, suddenly, from the sky, terrifying flashes of lightning came to strike the ground as though punishing it for having let this atrocious crime be perpetrated… In an appalling outburst of the violence of the elements, a beating rain was made in its turn to fall, driving the Romans from the hill of the condemned and soaking the ground, washing it clean of the blood of Christos; this blood which one saw soon streaming down the hillock, mingled with the blood, the sweat and the tears of the other condemned as well.
But after a moment, nature calmed down, the rain ceased, the flashes stopped, the rumbling thunder fell silent and the clouds moved off, overcome by the growing ray of light that now flooded the hill.
At this point in time we saw appearing, in this beneficent halation, a cloud of celestial angels. All came down from the sky with great grace, flying with the utmost distinction. They took the body of the Messiah, guide and mirror of the divinity, and hoisted it to the skies, taking it along to join the throne of God. |
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