CRUCIFIXATION

So, Mel Gibson’s movie, The Passion Of The Christ, is finally in theaters. And now, of course, the big question on everyone’s lips is: "Who killed Christ?" The Jews? The Romans? Art Modell?
Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve read the Bible-- hard to believe, I know-- but it’s pretty obvious even to my pagan ass that none of the usual suspects are guilty. No, not even Art Modell. If you want to point the finger at anybody, you have to point it at the big guy Himself. Ultimately, it was God who killed Christ.
Think about it. God sent Jesus, his only begotten Son, here to pay for our sins. God knew Jesus was going to be sacrificed, and He let it happen. In fact, just by sending Jesus here, God signed His Son’s death warrant. It doesn’t matter who else was involved, or even who pounded the nails for that matter; it was God who set the whole thing in motion. And that equals guilty.
If this were a "ripped from the headlines" case on Law & Order: Criminal Intent-- ripped from 2000-year old headlines, of course-- it would be a slam-dunk. Detective Goren (Vincent D’Onofrio’s character) would tilt his head a few times, do something wacky in the interrogation room, and D.A. Carver would have God on His way to Rikers so fast you’d still have time to catch the end of Arrested Development on FOX.
So why do Christians hate the Jews so much over their supposed complicity in Jesus’s death, when, in truth, they (and the Romans) were just carrying out the will of God? I don’t get it.
It’s issues like these that have turned me away from organized religion. Consider the following: just last week in Denver, a local pastor made national news for putting up the following on his church’s sign: "Jews killed Jesus Christ."
Instead of focusing on the message, everyone’s all caught up in the minutia: Who killed who, or whose religion is "truer", or whose God can beat up whose God.
Who cares? God is God is God. And I imagine He’s getting royally fed up with us killing each other in countless wars over the millennia, all in His name.
If the people of Earth-- the one planet we all share, made for us by God, who made all of us in His image-- don’t get their collective shit together pretty soon and stop killing each other in the name of "their" God, it wouldn’t surprise me at all for Him to layeth the smack down hard on all our candy-asses in the form of one gigantic cosmic enema.
And this time we won’t be able to blame it on the Jews; just our own dumbass selves.
Although I'd still like Detective Goren to check out Art Modell's alibi.