By Wale Ojo-Lanre
Honestly, I would have stoned Jesus Christ!
That is the the bitter truth.
God just saved Jesus Christ from my stone!
Had it been I was alive when he commenced the restoration ministry of His, which has set many free from the bondage of evil and thereby relieved them of the yoke placed on the people by the laws of old.
The laws made by dead men to control the living. A regimented series of laws. I would have gleefully joined the men in high places to cast stone on Jesus Christ, the son of my mother, Virgin Mary, for waking up to His divine calling, by condemning and attacking in public those rules which were deliberately set to keep the masses in perpetual political bondage and religious slavery.
Why would I not join them to stone the ordinary son of Joseph, that carpenter, who I could have hired to repair my broken door and whose son had the gut to tell us that what we were doing was not only bad but ungodly?
I would have joined them, in stoning to death, a boy of no particular parentage, who stormed the synagogues where our clerics of antediluvian age, ancient monks, grand spiritual lords, held forte, and accused them of being a brood of vipers, sons of the devil and evil and adulterous generation.
I would have stoned Jesus, a boy of 30 or 33 years then, who was possessed by what we cannot fathom, speaking wise words which those elders cannot ever think of uttering!
Why would I not join the evil ones to beat the hell out of a young man, who was announcing with passion and energy the truth and secret words from the temple of God, that had been hidden from the wise and the prudent?
I would have joined them in stoning Jesus, who had the audacity to invade our church, condemned the trading activities and upturned the tables of money changers, who we deliberately kept there to exploit the congregants and make money for us.
I would have joined them in clubbing to death Jesus Christ, who exposed our hypocritical state and humiliated us when we wanted to stone to death that lady that committed small adultery (which is even smaller than the one we daily indulge in)
I would have joined them to tear the cloth of Jesus Christ and parade him naked for raising the consciousness of the people, the common people, at seeing the horrendous imperfections and atrocities we committed under the old laws.
I would have joined them in dragging him to Mountain Golgotha, forced him to drink urine for having the gut to say the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, that He is the way, the only way to reach His father in heaven!
I would have stoned Jesus Christ for making Himself a scapegoat and sacrificial lamb, so that you and I could be saved from the darkness of the world and its egregious principalities!
I would have joined them in stoning the man whose agrarian commitment to His divine calling and determination not to let the cup pass over Him then, has given and offered His blood on My Calvary so that the world will enjoy spiritual coverage and grace unlimited in abundance, unlimited freedom and unexemplified salvation.
I would have joined them in stoning You, my Lord Jesus Christ, because of Your unrestricted, hold-no-barred and poignancy at telling the world the TRUTH, which is not only bitter, but pierces the mind as a poisonous arrow does to a body.
I thank you, Jesus, for me not being around them, because I would not have gotten the temperament of assimilating the truth which you dispensed without considering whose ox was gored, and which eventually set free the world from the gulag of the devil and principalities.
My Lord Jesus, the son of Virgin Mary, I thank You for unleashing the truth over the world and revealing to us through the babes and the sucklings what the elders in the synagogue, the Pharisees and Sadducees, the sons of Eli, can never think of saying.
Thank you, Jesus, for saving the world and for your grace over me.
Praise the Lord!
Glory to Jesus!!
Honour to Mary and Joseph!!!
Good morning to us all.
Stone Jesus if you can!
See you smiling!
Good day!!
•Ojo-Lanre writes from Usi-Ekiti, Ekiti State.
