The conspiracy is fraying around the edges, Caiaphas. If you had left the tomb alone perhaps your future lie about the disciple stealing the body might have sounded plausible. But you didn’t do that, did you? Can’t get off the merry-go-round, can you? Everything you do now accomplishes the exact opposite of what you intended.
You’re fighting gravity. Do you think you can bribe your way out of this, anymore than you can bribe your way into heaven? Oh wait, you’re a Sadducee! You don’t believe in the resurrection from the dead. Never have, never will—no matter what.
Reminds me of Jesus’ parable about Lazarus and the rich man in Luke Chapter 16.
“I’m in torment,” says the rich man—from his spot in hell. “Send Lazarus back from the grave to tell my brothers so they can escape my fate.”
“Wouldn’t work,” replies Father Abraham. “Even if someone came back from the dead they still wouldn’t believe”—no matter what.
Jesus could have been talking about you, Caiaphas. Perhaps he was.
But this rigor mortis of belief didn’t just happen, did it? No, it started earlier, and the back story will be worth another visit tomorrow.
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Author and Perfecter of Faith,
My life is full of old conversations, some good, and some bad. Tune my ear to the truth. Edit the tapes that run in the background of my thought. Sift my life of old habits and beliefs that pollute my faith. I trust You more than the old canard that ”it is better to leave well enough alone.”
I long for more.