My InvocationA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenMy Invocation[1] With respect to the death of Christ, I wasn't there, honestly, I came to this earth several hundred centuries after he had long departed. Seriously I was nowhere near Via Dolorosa in the Old City of Jerusalem between April 30AD and April 33AD when the deed was done; that's around 1,984 years ago for goodness sakes, so I cannot be held responsible in any way. Not even of turning a blind un-saintly eye as the world has done to the people of Syria today. It was in fact the Roman's who were responsible, that is if you subscribe to the 'criterion of embarrassment'. It was they who mocked him as the King of Jews, it was they who clothed him in a purple robe, beat and spat upon him, and publicly humiliated him by making him carry his own cross to Golgotha, the Place of a Skull. It was they who offered him wine mixed with gall and nailed him to the “low tau” between two Jewish rebels and called them thieves. It was they let him hang in the hot afternoon sun for six whole hours until his death, then plunged a spear into his flank, just to be certain; before stealing his robes. So you see, I am an innocent man. 01/12/16
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1 Review Added on December 1, 2016 Last Updated on December 1, 2016 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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