Posted by: Postordinandy | May 6, 2015

John 19 (pt 1)

This innocent man:

Taken, beaten, mocked and shamed.

Thorns dug deep,

Piercing skin in prophetic action,

Preparing the way for their iron counterparts,

That will pin his broken frame to splintered wood.

The King of kings, worshipped in cold sardonic parody.

Hands that flung stars…

Those made in His image, re-imagining their place above him,

Before he is raised above them in apparent defeat.

Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe and went up to him again and again, saying, “Hail, king of the Jews!” And they slapped him in the face.” [John 19:1-3]

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