This morning I stood in the congregation at Coventry Cathedral’s Good Friday Passion Service as members of the cathedral clergy enacted a dramatised form of Matthew’s account of the trial and crucifixion of Jesus. As Pilate questioned Jesus and the priestly caste lobbied for his death, the congregation was asked to take on the role of the crowd:
Crucify him!
Like most Christians, I’m pretty familiar with the events surrounding Jesus’ death. I’ve often pondered about the people in the crowd who bayed for his blood, and I’ve written before about how quick they were to pivot from Hosanna! to Have him strung up!
But it’s one thing to muse dispassionately about other people’s attitudes and intentions, especially when those people are separated from you by two thousand years of history and a yawning cultural chasm; it’s quite another to suddenly find yourself standing with them clamouring for blood, even if only as part of a dramatic re-enactment.
