Imagine an ancient public toilet…over 2,000 years ago.
It’s basically a permanent, outdoor port-a-potty. There was a bucket that you’d sit on, maybe a wall on each side, and a hollow or open area beneath the floor of the bucket where all the human excrement landed.
The higher class person would pay to sit on the public toilet, and a slave would remain below. There was no such thing as toilet paper, so the slave would put a wet sponge on the end of a long stick, and lift the instrument through the bottom of the hole to scrub the upperclass after they were finished doing the deed.
Eventually, after using the same sponge over and over to clean excrement off of people, they realized it was causing sickness among toilet users, and the slaves began cleaning the sponges with vinegar in order to disinfect it.
This sheds a new light to that moment on the cross when they took a sponge soaked in vinegar and put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink.
I always thought that this was, somehow, an act of mercy before Jesus’ final breath. Today I’m realizing it was just another act of mockery.
I’m deeply saddened as I’m writing this.
I love Jesus. The more I have surrendered my life to Him, the less I care about other things in this world. It breaks my heart to learn that they literally showed no mercy to Him at his lowest point, yet he shows great mercy to us at our lowest points.
Jesus used those same lips to FORGIVE the very people who were putting crap in his mouth.
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