And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. (Mk 15:23)
My dad never let the dentist give him novocaine when he had a cavity filled. I am still in awe of him. Me? I’m like, “Doctor, give me the shot, the gas, everything you’ve got!”
We grew up with a dentist who was pretty stingy with the novocaine. When I got a job and moved away from home after college, my first visit to the dentist was amazing. Yes, I had a cavity to be filled. But I felt nothing, since they went right to the novocaine. I was amazed. I thought a dentist appointment was supposed to be torture, designed to make you talk. This guy almost made it enjoyable!
Those about to be crucified were offered a wine-myrrh cocktail, designed to give you a buzz. It would make you easier to manage, especially if nails in the hands and feet were involved. It’s kind of like a shot of whiskey before the doctor stitches up your wound. Or cuts off your leg in a civil war field hospital.
Make mine a double.Continue reading “No thank you.”