And the soldiers twisted a crown of thorns and put it on His head, and they put on Him a purple robe. Then they said, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they struck Him with their hands. Pilate then went out again, and said to them, “Behold, I am bringing Him out to you, that you may know that I find no fault in Him.” John 19:2-4, New King James Version.
It is no secret that I enjoy gardening. Getting my hands dirty and watching the seeds turn into seedlings, and then grow into full plants that produce fruits and vegetables, is a very rewarding process.
What is very difficult to deal with are the weeds. You see, we had the regular ground-cover type weeds, you pull them out and they keep coming back, but they were not the problem. A pair of gloves and a few minutes each morning, and those types of weeds were manageable. Witch’s thistle was the problem. Witch’s thistle is a stalk-like plant that grows taller than the vegetable plants, saps much-needed nutrition from the ground, and grows nothing but thorns. Large, pointed, nasty thorns—up and down the entire stalk of the plant. No gloves were thick enough to protect my fingers from those thorns. I tried using a hoe so I would not have to touch them—the stalks slipped through the rungs of the hoe and those weeds stood in defiance of all I tried to rid them from my garden.
My fingers bled from those thorns. The thorns caused inflammation and tenderness in every spot they gouged me. And, I was not intentionally trying to touch those thorns! The thorns Jesus endured for my salvation were pierced into his scalp and head! I have a hard time with the translation of the word “put” in our passage. The Bible is inerrant, and those soldiers did put that crown of thorns on His head—but “put” is such a generic word. These were Roman soldiers, titans of cruelty, who were mocking Him. They “put” that crown on with strength, viciousness and intent to harm. Oh, what Jesus bore for my sin—for your sin! This was just the beginning of His torture as He took on the sins of the world to provide Redemption for all of those who choose to believe He is the Son of God and accept His payment for theirs. He endured beatings, mocking, and yes, the death on the cross! There are no words that adequately express what He suffered, and there are no words that should adequately express our gratitude. We should thank Him with every day of life, and it still will not be enough!
The next time I have to pull out Witch’s Thistle, as my finger bleeds, I want Jesus to remind me of the blood He shed for me and thank Him that my thorns are in my garden, and not in my heart!
Thought-provoker: Please take time this Resurrection Sunday to thank Him, again and again, for all He did for you, and if you have not surrendered to His love—do it today!
Lord, how can I say thanks for the things you have done for me? Things so undeserved, yet you gave to prove Your love for me. The voices of a million angels, could not express my gratitude. All that I am, and ever hope to be, I owe it all to Thee! (To God be the Glory, A. Crouch).