D. Marion Clark
I had to do something. I was ashamed, ashamed that I had not owned up to believing that he was the Messiah. So why now, when it is clear that he is not the One for whom we hope, do I come forth to show my devotion?
It seemed like the decent thing to do. The Romans would have thrown his body into a common grave, maybe not even that. They would have defiled Jesus’ body. And yet how much more could it have been defiled than it already was to be hung on a tree – a curse to the Romans and even by our law a curse to God?