When all the noise is over, where will we be?

When the singing, dancing, celebration has ended, where will we be?

When the fun comes to an end, and the crowd slips away, where will we be?

In the place of power and authority, when Jesus debates the issues of the day with the opinion-shapers and the legal-guardians, where will we be?

In the vineyard, as the tenants decide that the heir must die, where will we be?

When God’s children are raised to life, where will we be?

When the place of power and authority is torn down and chaos reigns, where will we be?

When the betrayer slips through the night, to whispered plots and plans, where will we be?

Around the table of uncertainty and hope, where will we be?

Around the kingdom’s throne where will we be?

When the arguments rage about greatness and power, where will we be?

When the disciples are tested, abused and ignored, where will we be?

When the powers-that-be emerge from the night, where will we be?

In the courtyard of rumour, gossip, suspicion and lies, where will we be - when the cock crows in the morning?

In the courtroom of deceit, innuendo, accusation and power abused, where will we be - when the crowd bays “Crucify!”?

When he walks with the cross to the hill, where will you be?

When the nails are hammered through muscle and sinew, where will you be?

When the thief is promised paradise, where will you be?

As the sky turns black and the sun refuses to shine, in whose hands will you be?

As the body is removed and entombed, where will you  be left to lie?

When heaven grieves, where will you be?

When earth shrugs and flicks the channels looking for another show, where will you be?

When the crucified one quietly whispers, “Follow me”, where will you be?

© Craig Muir 2007,