For the past
few weeks here at the Knowledge College, we have been looking at Easter Themes
with Yr 8. The lack of background knowledge is gobsmacking.
"What do you mean Lent? What did he
lend?"
My one Asian
student in this class has a better grasp of the events of Holy Week than any of
the indigenous kids. (There's probably an M.Phil in there somewhere.)
My Maths pal Karl has been winding my kids up
as they come into the room. "Do you believe in God?" he asks them in
turn.
The general consensus is that they don't.
"There
you go then" he says looking at me as if he has just won the Oxford Union
debate.
What? WHAT?
We begin the
lesson.
"But I
thought Jesus was a Christian." Donna is trying to brush her hair.
Let's think about that for a minute.
We spend a
little time discussing Jesus' Jewishness and the theory that he wasn't setting
out to found a new religion so much as to reform the one he was born into. This
is clearly a new idea.
"So where did Christianity come from
then?"
We discuss -
or perhaps more to the point I spell out - how the Disciples were turned away
from the synagogues for their heresy and how this little Jewish sect began to
take on its own identity which ultimately led to a recognisably new set-up.
"Was Jesus an epileptic?"
I'm sorry?
"You
know: epileptics can have this huge strength so he could of (sic) moved the
stone."
This is the
point at which the relentless and totally illogical 12 year old imagination
runs riot.
"Yeah and he could've escaped and bribed
the soldiers and crossed the border and lived in witness protection for the
rest of his life."
You've been watching too much Law and
Order. Just remind me what sort of state Jesus would have been in after the
crucifixion. (In an earlier lesson we had been watching the scourging and
crucifixion scenes from The Passion of The Christ.)
By which I
mean dead. (If, dear Reader, you have
seen those scenes, and managed to sit through them, you'll know just what an
excoriatingly appalling set of circumstances Mel Gibson portrays.)
"But he could of (sic) recovered."
So hang on. With shock, blood-loss,
dehydration, sun-stroke, a severe beating, nails through his hands and feet and
a spear in his side, he's going to revive, find the strength to move the stone
and leg it?
"Yeah."
With Roman Soldiers on guard?
"They were in on it."
"They felt sorry for him."
"The Disciples helped him."
Hang on. Where did we last see the
Disciples?
"They were running away from the
garden."
As in frightened?
"Yeah."
And....?
"Well they got brave again."
Brave enough to take on the
disciplined soldiers of the greatest fighting machine then known to man?
"But they were in on it."
"No. The disciples killed them and put on
their uniforms."
And, what? Lived the rest of their
lives pretending to be Roman soldiers?
"Yeah. Why not?"
So, just remind me. Why did the
Disciples steal the body?
"Because they wanted it to have a decent
burial."
He already had a decent burial. He
was buried in a rich man's tomb rather than left to rot in a communal ditch to
be eaten by scavenging dogs which often happened. All he needed was for the
women to complete the funeral rites.
"No, right. He was in a cave. Maybe a
bear or rats ate him."
And left no bones?
"They
were hungry."
Of course.
We go on to Google and look at pictures of
First Century tombs, interior and exterior.
So not a cave, then? Now, where were
we? Ah yes, the Disciples rebury the body secretly and within the next thirty
five years most of them go to their deaths for preaching the Resurrection? I
can't see it.
"No, no. Don't kill me. I was
only joking. He didn't really rise from the dead. I was only messing about. We
buried him outside Nazareth. April fool. Ha ha ha."
No. Not seeing it.
"Well
you come up with a better idea."
Could I suggest we consider the
Resurrection?
No. This is clearly not a welcome idea.
All I'm suggesting is that if God
exists and he is capable of doing what religious people claim, then anything is
possible.
"And
what" triumphantly "If God doesn't exist. Ha?"
Then we still have a mystery and you
still have to come up with a better explanation.
"The Romans stole the body."
Why?
"I dunno."
You need to think about it.
"Why?"
Look, that's not good enough. The
onus is on you to explain what happened.
"Well the Romans were just mean and it
was a nasty trick."
Hmm. I quite like that but it still
doesn't work.
"Why not?"
Surely when the Disciples had been
fooled into believing that Jesus had risen from the dead all the Romans had to
do was to produce the remains to prove them wrong.
"THIS IS TOO HARD!!!"
"Sir,
were Jesus' followers on Twitter."
Yes. @Jesus' Crew.
"Really?"
"I don't believe in God."
That's fine. It still doesn't explain
where the body went.
"I know, right. The guy whose tomb it
was, right? He had a set of secret tunnels at the back of the tomb."
And where did Jesus go?
"Dewsbury Hospital. Ha ha ha."
"Shut
up Tom. You're a div!"
Why would the tomb owner do that?
"Because he wanted Jesus' body."
But no-one knew in advance he would
offer them his tomb. What? So he kept the body?
"Yeah."
What? Like people do? Anyway, do you
not think the Romans would have scoured that tomb?
"No"
Really?
"I don't believe in God."
Yes, I think we've established that.
I look around at their expectant little faces
and wonder what Dan Brown must have looked like when he was twelve.
"I don't see why we have to do
this."
“Still,”
says Karl after the event, “It could’ve been worse. While you were doing that I
had set seven. I wan’t you to draw this hexagon at a scale of two to one. What
does that mean to you?”
Well, I venture, you want it twice as big.
“Exactly.
And at any stage did I say draw it five times bigger and add in two extra
sides?”
Oh well,
maybe R.S. isn’t so bad after all.
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