So Pilate took Jesus and had him whipped. The soldiers, having braided a
crown from thorns, set it on his head, threw a purple robe over him,
and approached him with, "Hail, King of the Jews!" Then they greeted him
with slaps in the face.
went back out again and said to them, "I present him to you, but I want
you to know that I do not find him guilty of any crime." Just then
Jesus came out wearing the thorn crown and purple robe. Pilate announced, "Here he is: the Man."When the high priests and police saw him, they shouted in a frenzy, "Crucify! Crucify!" Pilate told them, "You take him. You crucify him. I find nothing wrong with him."
The Jews answered, "We have a law, and by that law he must die because he claimed to be the Son of God."
When Pilate heard this, he became even more scared. He went back into the palace and said to Jesus, "Where did you come from?" Jesus gave no answer. Pilate said, "You won't talk? Don't you know that I have the authority to pardon you, and the authority to—crucify you?" Jesus
said, "You haven't a shred of authority over me except what has been
given you from heaven. That's why the one who betrayed me to you has
committed a far greater fault."At
this, Pilate tried his best to pardon him, but the Jews shouted him
down: "If you pardon this man, you're no friend of Caesar's. Anyone
setting himself up as 'king' defies Caesar."
Pilate heard those words, he led Jesus outside. He sat down at the
judgment seat in the area designated Stone Court (in Hebrew, Gabbatha).
It was the preparation day for Passover. The hour was noon. Pilate said
to the Jews, "Here is your king."They shouted back, "Kill him! Kill him! Crucify him!" Pilate said, "I am to crucify your king? The high priests answered, "We have no king except Caesar." Pilate caved in to their demand. He turned him over to be crucified.
took Jesus away. Carrying his cross, Jesus went out to the place called
Skull Hill (the name in Hebrew is Golgotha), where they crucified him,
and with him two others, one on each side, Jesus in the middle. Pilate
wrote a sign and had it placed on the cross. It read: jesus the nazarene the king of the jews.
of the Jews read the sign because the place where Jesus was crucified
was right next to the city. It was written in Hebrew, Latin, and Greek.
The Jewish high priests objected. "Don't write," they said to Pilate,
"'The King of the Jews.' Make it, 'This man said, "I am the King of the
Jews."'"Pilate said, "What I've written, I've written."
they crucified him, the Roman soldiers took his clothes and divided
them up four ways, to each soldier a fourth. But his robe was seamless, a
single piece of weaving, so they said to each other, "Let's not tear it
up. Let's throw dice to see who gets it." This confirmed the Scripture
that said, "They divided up my clothes among them and threw dice for my
coat." (The soldiers validated the Scriptures!)
the soldiers were looking after themselves, Jesus' mother, his aunt,
Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene stood at the foot of the
cross. Jesus saw his mother and the disciple he loved standing near her.
He said to his mother, "Woman, here is your son." Then to the disciple,
"Here is your mother." From that moment the disciple accepted her as
his own mother.
Jesus, seeing that everything had been completed so that the Scripture record might also be complete, then said, "I'm thirsty." A
jug of sour wine was standing by. Someone put a sponge soaked with the
wine on a javelin and lifted it to his mouth. After he took the wine,
Jesus said, "It's done . . . complete." Bowing his head, he offered up
the Jews, since it was the day of Sabbath preparation, and so the
bodies wouldn't stay on the crosses over the Sabbath (it was a high holy
day that year), petitioned Pilate that their legs be broken to speed
death, and the bodies taken down. So the soldiers came and broke the
legs of the first man crucified with Jesus, and then the other. When
they got to Jesus, they saw that he was already dead, so they didn't
break his legs. One of the soldiers stabbed him in the side with his
spear. Blood and water gushed out.
eyewitness to these things has presented an accurate report. He saw it
himself and is telling the truth so that you, also, will believe. These
things that happened confirmed the Scripture, "Not a bone in his body
was broken," and the other Scripture that reads, "They will stare at the
one they pierced."
all this, Joseph of Arimathea (he was a disciple of Jesus, but
secretly, because he was intimidated by the Jews) petitioned Pilate to
take the body of Jesus. Pilate gave permission. So Joseph came and took
the body. Nicodemus,
who had first come to Jesus at night, came now in broad daylight
carrying a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds. They
took Jesus' body and, following the Jewish burial custom, wrapped it in
linen with the spices.
There was a garden near the place he was
crucified, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been
placed. So, because it was Sabbath preparation for the Jews and the tomb
was convenient, they placed Jesus in it.
Through all the circumstances of life, the mountain-top experiences and the deepest valleys, I have found Jesus Christ to be the same. HE is all I need! As He lives His life IN me to achieve His Will, I am totally amazed that He can work THROUGH me at the same time. I want to be a shining example of His love and grace to others.
The love of my life, Peter, died in May of 2013. I am mother of 3, mom-in-love of 3, grandmother of 10, great grandmother of 1, sister, cousin, aunt, niece, colleague and friend. Did I forget one, lol?? I am blessed beyond expectation. Updated Dec. 2016.
What an honor it is to receive awards and tags from fellow bloggers! I'm grateful and thankful for all those who have sent one along my way. But, and you knew there would be a but, didn't you, I have deleted all those I have received and have decided to not participate in any more. I simply feel that it would be another thing with which I need to keep up - and that would be self-inflicted pressure I can't handle. I can't even keep up with writing and posting as much as I would really like. I love READING your blogs and sometimes making a comment, much, much more than I love writing anyhow! Thank you so much for your understanding, support, kindness, and bloggy love I've been shown! God bless! Hugs, Karin