It is difficult to think about the humiliation and abuse that Jesus experienced and endured on that one Friday. Even the hours before being nailed to the cross Jesus suffered through pain, ridicule, and embarrassment. The Romans that tortured Jesus did so with ease of heart because they were the occupying force in the region and it came natural for them to have little regard for Jews and especially a man that was rejected by His own people.
But if I was there…If I saw Jesus…
If I saw Jesus, the King of kings, the Lord of lords, a man full of compassion and grace standing before the crowd naked, beaten with blood running down His mangled body because of the scourging and the crown of thorns… I would cry with hurt, compassion, thankfulness and love. Why??? Because this good Friday was a not so good Friday for my Master but a necessary good Friday.
The only good I find in it… was that He did it for my good. And for that I am thankful!
Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole Roman cohort around Him. They stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him. And after twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand; and they knelt down before Him and mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” They spat on Him, and took the reed and began to beat Him on the head. After they had mocked Him, they took the scarlet robe off Him and put His own garments back on Him, and led Him away to crucify Him.