Sometimes we are just bad people. Yes, literally.
Otherwise, I have no other word to describe ourselves, when we take a bereaved father, whose death lies before us, consumed with grief and sorrow and remorse that should not be wished upon anyone, and we never stop trampling him, cutting him with a butcher's knife and picking at his wounds.
Blaming such a father is like defiance against heaven.
Is it conceivable that a good father would do such a thing to his son, because he despised him? Because he didn't care about him? Because he didn't love him enough?
It is clear that he did what he did by mistake; it is clear that an invisible hand took his judgment from his mind at that moment; it is clear that he was forced to do what he did.
And if the Creator of the world himself caused him this terrible sorrow - who are we, humans, to take his fate into our own hands and decide that he is a criminal, that he is a murderer, that he should stand trial?
Unfortunately, more than once we simply expel evil from our midst by justifying the righteous who seek justice.
Understand, this man will find his soul in a prison for the rest of his life. A prison of the soul. For a single second, his thoughts will not leave him. For a moment, he will not forget the smiling gaze of the baby he took down and placed on the altar. For a moment, the sound of laughter, the sound of crying, the voice calling to him: Father!
Such a father will remain imprisoned within his body for eternity.
To ask to judge such a father today is to ask to suck out the last drop of his blood. To me, it's just like putting a child in the back seat of a car and looking into his eyes as he tries to breathe with his last breath.
It is enough for us to be righteous at the expense of others.
What do we want to gain by flogging the man who already found himself hanging in the town square?
what?
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