Contemporary Stations - Station Three, Accused by the Sanhedrin

I stood before them, my three accusers, silent and dumbfounded; the only sound beyond their accusations were my sobs between heartbroken tears. In their minds I was guilty before I even entered the room; I wronged them and their angry words forbade any plea of innocence that I could render. And so I stood there ... shoulders slumped, head dropped, eyes diverted, tears falling to the floor as I accepted their verbal assault ... for there was nothing more that I could do.

And Jesus Christ stood before those who would accuse him; alone in a room with angry voices crying outburst upon outburst, insult upon insult, and accusations that would ultimately bring about his death. Betrayed and abandoned by his closest companions, Christ stood silent before the Sanhedrin that hurled their vehement lies. Did he know fear, the fear that I felt as I stood before my accusers? Could he have defended himself in the wake of such a chaotic trial? Could he have said anything that would have appeased the accusers and yet not denied himself? No! And I know this because there was not anything that I could have said that would have stayed the angry voices that assailed me.

I know not where my strength came from, Father God, but I know that you - through Christ Jesus - were there with me - my comforter and my redeemer. On Christ the solid rock I stand and yet how many times do I turn and leap off of that rock, sinking in the sand and longing for salvation? Father God, continue to uplift me and support me when I cause my path to become quicksand.