If you have siblings, and especially if there were three of you, as in my case, you’ll not need me to tell you what it’s like being the “fall guy”.
Until I was about fourteen years of age, it always seemed to me that whatever went wrong or whatever was broken or lost, it was always me that had done it, broke it or lost it. It never seemed fair to me that, as the middle one, my sister was “old enough not to do such things”, my brother wasn’t accountable due to the fact that he “couldn’t possibly have done it” – so that left me!
Both my parents were out all day, so in the school holidays we were left in the capable hands of my sister. There is one incident I clearly remember concerning my brother and I. He was (and still is, I might add) a rotten tease. I had been chasing him round the house in an attempt to retrieve something belonging to me which he refused to return. After chasing him for some considerable time I decided that drastic action was needed to regain my property. So, I picked up one of his shoes and threatened to throw it at him if he didn’t give me back what he had in his hand. He was standing in front of the window, threatening to drop it outside so I let the shoe go, fully expecting him to catch it. But no, he ducked! The shoe went flying through the window. My sister was furious, my brother was ecstatic and I was, well, caught Inflagrante Delicto!.
My protestations to Mum about it not being my fault fell on deaf ears. “Wait till your Dad gets in!” My defence was too weak in the face of a two-strong prosecution. I was sent to bed early, crying. “Why me?” I asked. “It’s always me.”
Well, of course, it wasn’t always me! I’ve come to realise over the years that if you try to be “good” you get poked with a stick from one side; if you’re “bad” you get poked with a stick from the other side. It’s a “No Win” situation every time!
Trying to be good can require a lot of will-power. And trying to be good without becoming a total bore can take a lot of careful balancing.
Jesus was a good man, we all know that for sure, but even He had his enemies. He was an enigma. People in high authority disliked the way He caused great multitudes to follow Him almost everywhere He went. More and more people wanted to know who this Man Jesus was. Why had He come?
Believers and followers of Jesus today know that He came to earth from Heaven in order to die for our wrong-doings. He died for you and He died for me. But, on that first Good Friday He didn’t say, “Why me?” He knew why He had come and He knew that He must do the Father’s will. Jesus was the once for all time sacrifice for the forgiveness of sin. He died on that Cross for you and me and anyone who calls on His Name will be saved from a lost eternity.
But, the miracle of Easter is that on the third day He rose again. He was seen by many people who have testified to seeing Him. After forty days He was taken up into Heaven where He now sits at the right hand of God interceding for each one of us.
So, next time you hear anyone say, “Why Me?”, just think of Jesus.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to Heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven and let us in.
(Taken from “There is a Green Hill Far Away“: Mrs C.F. Alexander )