A thorny crown fiercely adorned His kingly head (19:2). Purple robes signaled His royalty as soldiers spit on Him, slapped Him and mocked Him (19:3). But the only throne given to this King was a rough and brutal wooden cross (19:18). They raised Him up on it for all the world to see. A sign saying “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews” displayed His identity in mocking irony (19:19).
Weak and pitiful, naked and bloody, thirsty and suffocating, Jesus hung on the cross. It was not pretty. It was not artistic. It was not dramatic. It was not glorious.
It was horrific.The price of sin and the power of evil exacted its heavy toll as the King of kings took that crushing weight upon Himself. The sum total of all evil intent was directed at His weak human form. The Father turned His face away and the perfect relationship within the godhead was pulled apart. There was an eternal gaping hole torn into the life of God.
He did these things so that we might have life and the world might be redeemed.
[This post is part of a series of brief reflections from John’s Gospel on Jesus for the week from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday.]