I don’t know of anything else in the history of the world’s literature that is like the passion narratives in the Gospels. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to read that sorrowful story as an adult, without any prior knowledge of Jesus.
Then again, what would it be like to read about the Resurrection, never having heard that news before?
When those stories are read in church every spring, they are broken up–the Crucifixion on Good Friday, the Resurrection on Easter Sunday. This morning, however, I read them together, back to back, as one story.
There’s just nothing else like it.