Then Jesus cried again with a loud voice and breathed his last. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. The earth shook, and the rocks were split. The tombs also were opened, and many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised. After his resurrection they came out of the tombs and entered the holy city and appeared to many. Now when the centurion and those with him, who were keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were terrified and said, “Truly this man was God’s Son!”

His death ends all divisions. Life and death, the holy and the profane, are no longer opposed. The ground opens to the sky. The day becomes the night. Shamans and priests, gurus and sages, rabbis and imams rise from their graves and wander the many cities of our lives, speaking wisdom in the streets and in the hidden rooms of our souls. When the sun disappears the starkness of our shadows disappear, the blaze of triumph grays to the same quietness that hold defeat. God is present in everything, even in the shadows, even in our pain.

His death only reveals what is already here. Divinity cracked open at the moment of creation. Divine love flowing through all beings. All the oppositions that we make, all the divisions we use to conquer, fall away. We do not control or rule this world, or ourselves. We are not the same people from day to day, and the world, also, flows with endless change. The only constant is divine love, full of solace, full of fear for us. The only constant is God’s participation in each person’s joy, and each person’s cross.

One of the criminals who were hanged there kept deriding* him and saying, ‘Are you not the Messiah?* Save yourself and us!’ But the other rebuked him, saying, ‘Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed have been condemned justly, for we are getting what we deserve for our deeds, but this man has done nothing wrong.’ Then he said, ‘Jesus, remember me when you come into* your kingdom.’ He replied, ‘Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise.’

Perhaps they both believed in Christ. Perhaps both thieves could see that there is some force that creates and sustains and renews the universe. If this force died, then the universe would die. The oceans would rise. Giant fissures would open in the earth. All life would seem purposeless and absurd. Save yourself, one thief said, and us. Christ’s own salvation was the same as the salvation of the universe.

But the other thief, strangely, was less afraid. Maybe things could be allowed to end. Nothing would be lost. Beyond time, all things would be held by a timeless God. He didn’t say that he believed that all things would find new birth. Only that innocence should be loved and blessed as it passes, painfully, from the earth. Only that fear isn’t stronger than love, even at the end.

As they went out, they came upon a man from Cyrene named Simon; they compelled this man to carry his cross. And when they came to a place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull), they offered him wine to drink, mixed with gall; but when he tasted it, he would not drink it. And when they had crucified him, they divided his clothes among themselves by casting lots; then they sat down there and kept watch over him. Over his head they put the charge against him, which read, ‘This is Jesus, the King of the Jews.’

Imagine Simon on the street that day. He is not a man who enjoys other people’s pain, so he tries to avoid the procession of the cross, and looks for side streets by which he can go a different way. But the procession always seems to find him, the streets twist and turn, he finds himself, each time, in the middle of the crowd. And he grows angry at God. Why does God want him to look at pain?

Is God forcing him to look through divine eyes, eyes that cannot look away? No where does it say that he’s willing. Is it accident that he’s the one to carry the cross? Or is he a stand in for all of us?

If we wish to be God’s body in the world, we must try to look through God’s eyes. If we would agree to see through these eyes, we would understand the fragility of each person, each thing. With God’s hands, we can act. We can use them to bless and absolve within the sacrament of each moment. We can ease suffering and share joy.

But God’s body also felt the world’s pain, and we must agree, not only to see, but to bear that pain on behalf of the world. And on our own behalf. Can we accept the cross, even when it’s placed on us without our consent? Can we accept the heaviness of love?