Corpus Christi: (n) the body of Christ
I suppose they thought it was extremely clever, to manufacture a rubber bodysuit—bruised, beaten and bloodied.
When they made the movie, “The Passion of the Christ,” they had their actor don this monstrosity of an outfit, believing it would convey the suffering of Jesus on the cross.
It is a classic case of over-kill.
To understand the true indignity of the sacrifice of Jesus of Nazareth, you must step into an operating room in a hospital and breathe in deeply. The smell of
blood will rattle your nostrils. It is a nasty odor, meant to be foreign to our consciousness.
Perhaps you want to go on the scene of a horrible car wreck and see the blood still pouring out of the wounds of dying people to understand his situation—there was no time for clotting because the beating continued and the blood was pouring forth, dangerously leaving the body and threatening death long before he was nailed in the hands and feet.
Perhaps if you were around someone bleeding to death and you heard their screams of thirst and realized they were in agony just from the lack of water…
As always, Hollywood dramatizes but never actually captures the drama.
The most tender, gentle man who ever lived, who healed lepers, hugged children, granted women equality and offered love as an alternative to the futility of fear, was beat to a pulp by religious people who thought they were acting in the name of God.
May we learn from that image: Corpus Christi—the body of Christ—which was ravaged by the self-righteous.
May we quietly, humbly and reverently realize how the stupidity of hatred, lying, cheating and self-promotion continues to murder him today.