And the soldiers led him away inside the palace (that is, the governor's headquarters), and they called together the whole battalion. And they clothed him in a purple cloak, and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on him. And they began to salute him, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they were striking his head with a reed and spitting on him and kneeling down in homage to him. And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the purple cloak and put his own clothes on him. And they led him out to crucify him.
And they compelled a passerby, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to carry his cross. And they brought him to the place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull). And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take.
by: Joy Choquette.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” The old playground rhyme is comforting…in theory. Anyone who has been teased or bullied, though, knows that hateful names and cruel words stick with you much longer than a bruise or broken bone. The cruelty of the Roman soldiers sharply contrasts the gentleness of Christ. With a single snap of His fingers or a solitary word, Jesus could have rained down fire and brimstone from heaven. But He chose not to. Why? Because of His love for us and His purpose: to fulfill God’s mission on earth.