I was to shout, "Crucify him!" During the practice for our passion play, I absolutely could not. I couldn't even open my mouth.
I spent Saturday morning, before our first performance in much prayer. I asked the LORD to help me.
On Saturday night, I was one of the people shouting, "Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the LORD." Then, as Jesus entered the streets again, I took a deep breath and cried, "Crucify him!" I began to tremble and cry. As the soldiers cracked their whips and shouted, I sought strength again and was able shout one more time.
I've talked with others who heard my shout and knew it was my voice. They told me of the chills it sent. I've talked with still more who said they couldn't do it. Why was it so hard?
I've thought of that often, given it much thought the past few days. I will be asked to shout again next weekend as we "perform" the play on Saturday and Sunday night.
I've decided it is because I know that my sins did indeed crucify him. In my flesh, there is no good thing. My righteousness is as filthy rags. We don't like to admit that we are the reason He was crucified. It is far easier to sing and worship than to take part in the brutality that was the cross.
I've got a suggestion for you as Easter approaches. Take a deep breath and shout, "Crucify him." It will serve as a reminder that He was crucified for your sins. It will draw you closer to your Savior.