Conversation: Nicodemus

Untitled4John 3: 1-10; 7: 45-52; 19: 38-20: 1


I am always known as the one who met him at night.

I am not making excuses but it was just better that way.

I was too well-known in Jerusalem.

If it was known I had met Jesus I would have lost my reputation.


I was known for my caution.

I did not take sides.

Jesus gave me a problem.

He created division.

He polarised opinion.

He made it difficult for others;

especially people like me.

I tried to be a voice of calm

In stormy times;

but it was not easy.

And then it all came to an end.

He wanted it as much as accusers.

He was trouble.

It really was best that he died rather

than many Jews pay for the disorder he might cause

at the hands of the Occupiers.


I could never be a disciple like Joseph.

I was a follower.

I was curious.

I kept a record.

I was keen to know what he did and said;

Even when he left Jerusalem.

So when Joseph asked me to help him with the burial

It was the obvious thing to do.

I would follow to the bitter end.

I would see where he was laid and maybe

I would be asked to collect his bones for his burial.


So I came with the spices.

Women’s work I know.

But I didn’t know if anyone would bother.

I had never wanted to be included in his inner circle.

So I brought them.

Got some strange looks too!


I wanted not only to overcome the stench

but also to honour him.

He had been a good and faithful servant.

I shall not see his like again.


Unless …he is born again,

a new creation,

another Adam in the garden.


Is that possibility?

Lord Jesus Christ – provocative teacher of faith – pour out your compassion on

  • all who know they are stifled by the faith of others
  • all who are curious but not convinced by you
  • all who treasure their reputation before all else
  • all who visit the graves of their loved ones with only flowers and memories

Guide the people who bear your name into Easter paths of joy and strength which entice others to follow Christ and expand their own understanding of discipleship.

 Photo: Nicodemus by Rembrandt



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