When the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God and said, “Certainly this man was innocent.”
Wait, how did we get here? Half an hour ago we were waving our palms and shouting Hosanna, welcoming the Son of David, the King coming in the name of the Lord. And now the King is dead, and the authorities who murdered him are passing judgment on his life? Such is the reality of Holy Week. Palms and Passion, triumph and tragedy, so jumbled and juxtaposed that we can’t separate them. We have barely put down our banners when the blows begin to fall.