By His wounds

“Then he released Barabbas to them. But he had Jesus flogged, and handed him over to be crucified. Then the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole company of soldiers around him. They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand and knelt in front of him and mocked him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him.
Then they led him away to crucify him”
(Matthew 27:26-31)

Reflection:
Pilate now called for water and washed his hands in front of the crowd whilst saying that he was ‘innocent of this man’s blood.’ In this way he finally gave in to their requests. However, much as he might want it to, the water could not cleanse him of his responsibility for what was to take place. Like Lady Macbeth he would carry his acts into the final judgement still to come.

“Here’s the smell of the blood still.
All the perfumes of Arabia
will not sweeten this little hand.
Oh, Oh, Oh!”

‘He had Jesus flogged.’ Four little words quickly read that cover over what was in fact a ‘terrible torture.’ According to William Barclay the lash was ‘a long leather thong, studded at intervals with sharpened pieces of bone and pellets of lead. Such scourging always preceded a crucifixion and it “reduced the naked body to strips of raw flesh, and inflamed and bleeding weals.” Men died under it, and men lost their reason under it, and few remained conscious to the end of it.”

After this the soldiers amused themselves with the Lord whilst His cross was prepared. There was more pain to come as the long thorns of His crown were driven into His head when they ‘struck Him on the head again and again.”

I well recall saying to myself whilst watching The Passion of the Christ, “That’s enough now Lord, that’s enough blood!” But it was whilst Jesus was still struggling along the road towards Calvary where He had hours more terrible agony in front of Him. He had to live through every long and soul-screaming second – and He did it for me – and for you – and for all of us – because He loves and wants us with Him – so much.

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(Picture: The Flagellation of Christ by Rubens)

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