Matthew 27:27-37; John 19:16-30
A cross hung around the neck or pinned to your lapel is often, but not always there to tell the world of your faith and wearing it often brings a degree of respect from some people and definite hostility form others. But, WHY do we wear crosses at all – and what SIGNIFICANCE has the CROSS to our generation living in the mad 21st Century?
Tonight is the night in the Christian calendar when we travel back in time 2000 years to find answers to those questions. If you wore a cross around your neck or pinned it to your toga all those years ago, people would have given you puzzled… even suspicious looks… and thought that you were some kind of weirdo!
You see, back then, the Cross was a symbol, not of faith but of failure, not of morality but of lawlessness, not of respect but of unspeakable shame.
The cross was not polished and esteemed. It loomed menacingly on the frayed hem of every city’s outskirts, overlooking the garbage dumps. Made of rough-cut timbers and iron spikes, it stood ominously on the horizon… like a sentry standing at attention, watching for any Enemies of the Empire… and presenting a stoic and very graphic reminder to every citizen that crimes against the state just don’t pay!…. and nobody in their right mind wanats to end their days on earth like that!
For Jesus, who had no room at the Inn when He was born… and nowhere to lay His head during His life (according to His own words in Matt. 8:20) the Cross became His final place of rest. While He hung there in agony and shame, He amazed all of His spectators as He raised His weary, bloodstained head and asked the Judge of the Universe not for vengeance, or even for justice, but for mercy on those who crucified and cursed Him! So, fallen Humanity received a second chance at that Cross…. as an eagerly waiting Father rejected His only begotten and precious Son who had become polluted by your sins and mine…. before eventually receiving Him back to the Throne room of the Ages in Heaven, where He now Reigns as undisputed LORD of all that is!
It’s a unique and fascinating spectacle…and that is why, for over 2000 years, the Cross has captured the attention of artists, poets, philosophers, and even jewellers. In the midst of earth’s most cruel brutality, such people sensed something incredibly beautiful…something almost golden against the grain of the rough-hewn wood!
It’s important to note that none of this happened by chance!
up to die, predictions of His death had been carefully preserved in the Scriptures.
Several passages in the Old Testament clearly prophesy the Messiah’s crucifixion, one of the most prominent being Psalm 22. Here we see His pierced hands and feet (v. 16b), His bones pulled out of joint but not broken (vv. 14, 17), His clothing gambled for and divided (v. 18), the relentless, unmerciful mocking (vv. 7, 12-13), and His anguished cry to the Father (v. la).
Offering another poignant portrait of Christ’s suffering is Isaiah, who describes the misery and torture of God’s Servant (53:3, 5, 7, lla), His being crucified with sinners (v. 12), and the Father’s sovereign planning overarching it all (v. 10).
Historical Orientation
With these scenes from the ancient prophesies running through our minds, we now turn to the historical setting of the Crucifixion. The first thing to notice is the time it took place. After Pilate pronounced his verdict, he delivered Jesus over to be crucified (John 19:16; Mark 15:15), which probably occurred between 7:30 and 8:00 in the morning.
The actual sentencing took place at the judgment hall near Herod’s temple. John’s account helps pinpoint the location.
Therefore when Pilate heard these words, he brought Jesus out, and sat down on the judgment seat at a place called The Pavement, but in Hebrew, Gabbatha. (John 19:13)
Recent excavations have uncovered what may be the site—a large, elevated, paved area at the northwest corner of the temple site that was part of the Castle Antonia. Roman soldiers were barracked there during Passover to maintain law and order. They probably looked down from their windows as Pilate presented Jesus to the people, seeing nothing more than great sport.
A Careful Examination of the Procedure
Step by agonizing step, we’ll walk with Jesus through that momentous last day of His earthly life.
The Scourging
After Jesus’ final trial before Pilate, the Roman governor had Jesus scourged (Matt. 27:26; Mark 15:15)—a cruel act that was completely unwarranted and unnecessary. Unlike Jewish scourging, in which the victim could not receive more than forty lashes (Deut. 25:1-3), Roman law was not so humane.
A lictor, trained in the ghoulish art of torture, 4 administered the scourging with an instrument called a flagellum. This had a round, wooden handle that had strips of leather attached to it. Into the ends of these strips were sewn pieces of bone or small iron chains. The lictor had no limit to the lashes he could deliver, and no part of the body was off-limits.
Jesus was stripped and then tied to a low stone column. In vivid detail, modern-day medical doctors recreate the gruesome event.
As the Roman soldiers repeatedly struck the victim’s back with full force, the iron balls would cause deep contusions, and the leather thongs and sheep bones would cut into the skin and subcutaneous tissues. Then, as the flogging continued, the lacerations would tear into the underlying skeletal muscles and produce quivering ribbons of bleeding flesh. Pain and blood loss generally set the stage for circulatory shock. The extent of blood loss may well have determined how long the victim would survive on the cross. .
The severe scourging, with its intense pain and appreciable blood loss, most probably left Jesus in a preshock state. Moreover, hematidrosis had rendered his skin particularly tender. The physical and mental abuse meted out by the Jews and the Romans, as well as the lack of food, water, and sleep, also contributed to his generally weakened state. Therefore, even before the actual crucifixion, Jesus’ physical condition was at least serious and possibly critical.
The Robe
But Jesus’ suffering was far from over. The cruel soldiers, who had circled around Christ’s bloody body like vultures, now moved in to pick at the remains.
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. (Matt. 27:27-28)
This was not a long, flowing robe. The Greek term chlamus indicates a short cloak worn over the shoulders. Standing there, naked from the waist down, Jesus became the object of their vulgar remarks.
The Crown
Then came more violence.
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. (vv. 29-31)
Mocking, jeering, abusing—it’s as if each soldier was trying to top the other’s joke. Each took his turn spitting on Jesus . . . cursing His name . . . slapping and jabbing Him with the reed . . . punching His chest with their fists. Jesus, upon whom God would soon bestow a name that was above every other. Jesus, at whose name every knee would someday bow. Jesus, before whom every tongue would someday confess He is Lord (PhiL 2:9-11). But for now, humanity offered this king only spit, expletives, and fists. And Jesus bore it all with silent, patient dignity (see 1 Pet. 2:23).
The Cross
After dressing Jesus, the soldiers followed their usual course with criminals: such a victim was surrounded by four Roman soldiers and led by a centurion, all the while struggling to carry the six-foot crossbeam that would later be attached to the larger, vertical post of the cross. And so it was with Jesus. After the scourging and beating, however, He was too weak to carry the beam Himself. Matthew tells us that Simon of Gyrene was pressed into service to help Him (Matt. 27:32).
Above Jesus’ head would hang a twelve-by-twenty-four-inch placard declaring His “crime”: This Is Jesus the King of the Jews (v. 37). Pilate had it written not only in Hebrew, so the Jews could read it, but also in Latin for the Romans and in Greek for the more educated and sophisticated in the crowd (John 19:20). No one was going to mi$s the meaning of what was about to happen. It was meant as a mockery … yet it said more than anyone could realize (see Matt. 27:37).
The Crucifixion Itself
Crucifixion was a barbaric form of capital punishment that originated in Persia. The Persians believed that the earth was sacred to Ormuzd, the earth god, so death should not contaminate the earth. Criminals, therefore, were fastened to vertical shafts of wood by iron spikes and hung above the earth to die—from exposure, exhaustion, or suffocation. Death was painfully slow and publicly humiliating. Jim Bishop again conveys the horror.
The executioner laid the crossbeam behind Jesus and brought him to the ground quickly by grasping his arm and pulling him backward. As soon as Jesus fell, the beam was fitted under the back of his neck and, on each side, soldiers quickly knelt on the inside of the elbows. . . . The thorns pressed against his torn scalp.. . . With his right hand, the executioner probed the wrist of Jesus to find the little hollow spot. When he found it, he took one of the square-cut iron nails . . . raised the hammer over the nail head and brought it down with force. . . .
Two soldiers grabbed each side of the crossbeam and lifted. As they pulled up, they dragged Jesus by the wrists. With every breath, he groaned. When the soldiers reached the upright, the four of them began to lift the crossbeam higher until the feet of Jesus were off the ground. The body must have writhed with pain. . . .
When the crossbeam was set firmly, the executioner . . . knelt before the cross. Two soldiers hurried to help, and each one took hold of a leg at the calf. The ritual was to nail the right foot over the left, and this was probably the most difficult part of the work. If the feet were pulled downward, and nailed close to the foot of the cross, the prisoner always died quickly. Over the years, the Romans learned to push the feet upward on the cross, so that the condemned man could lean on the nails and stretch himself upward [to breathe].3
The Agony and Death
Excruciating pain stabbed Christ’s body as He hung on unbending nails.The pain in his wrists was beyond bearing, and . . . muscle cramps knotted his forearms and upper arms and the pads of his shoulders; … his pectoral muscles at the sides of his chest were momentarily paralyzed. This induced in him an involuntary panic; for he found that while he could draw air into his lungs, he was powerless to exhale.
At once, Jesus raised himself on his bleeding feet. As the weight of his body came down on the insteps, the single nail pressed hard against the top of the wound. Slowly, steadily, Jesus was forced to raise himself higher until, for the moment, his head hid the sign which told of his crime. When his shoulders were on a level with his hands, breathing was rapid and easier. . . . He fought-the pain in his feet in order to breathe rapidly for a few moments. Then, unable to bear the pain below, which cramped legs and thighs and wrung moans from the strongest, he let his torso sag lower and lower, and his knees projected a little at a time until, with a deep sigh, he felt himself to be hanging by the wrists. And this process must have been repeated again and again.4
In every crucifixion, fever would inevitably set in, inflaming the wounds and creating an insatiable thirst. Waves of hallucinations would drift the victim in and out of consciousness. In time, flies and other insects would find their way to the open wounds.
To speed up death, soldiers would break the victims’ legs so they could no longer raise themselves to breathe. But with Jesus, that wouldn’t be necessary. He was already dead.
So the soldiers came, and broke the legs of the first man and of the other who was crucified with Him; but coming to Jesus, when they saw that He was already dead, they did not break His legs. But one of the soldiers pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out. (John 19:32-34)
One sign of death is the quick separation of dark red corpuscles from the thin, whitish serum of the blood, here called water. Normally, the dead do not bleed. But after death, the right auricle of the human heart fills with blood, and the membrane surrounding the heart, the pericardium, holds the watery serum. Jesus’ heart must have been punctured with the spear, causing both fluids to flow from His side.
The Cross and Our Hearts
Can our hearts help but be pierced too, as we see the lover of our souls hanging in agony … for us? How can we respond to such devotion, such sacrifice? Perhaps, first, through the reverence of prayer. Quietly, slowly, read these words of Bernard of Clairvaux, then lift up your heart to the Lord.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered Was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,But Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior;Tis I deserve Thy place; Look on me with Thy favor,Assist me with Thy grace.
What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend, For this, Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? O make me Thine forever, And should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never Outlive my love to Thee.5
As we meditate on Christ’s agonizing death and the meaning of it, each of us is faced with an inescapable question: What difference does His death make in my life, not just in some future, remote sense, but in the now and today I live in this moment? Author Frederick Buechner stands beside us in searching for the answer.
He died twenty centuries ago, . . . died because, in some way that he did not try to explain, his death would make all the difference, for everybody, until the end of time. Does it? Does it?
It was so long ago. We do not even know what he looked like. (Or do we—would something in us recognize him if he were to appear before us?) Does that ancient death make any difference to people like us who live in a world that he could not possibly have imagined, a world of men, for many of whom God is dead? Is the death of Christ a death that really matters any more except in the dim way that any noble death might be said to matter?
All I can say is that I would not be writing these words unless I believed that the answer is Yes, that his death does make all the difference, even for us. I believe that by his dying he released into the world an entirely new kind of life, his kind of life, that has flowed down through the tragic centuries like water through a dry land, making alive and whole all who will only kneel to drink. And that is the only reason why it is not blasphemy to speak of the Friday of his unspeakable death as Good Friday.6
Take this time to examine your life and see what difference Christ’s death has made and is making. What “entirely new kind of life” do you find in Him? What darkness has He overcome? What light has He brought you to? What does it mean to you to be God’s reconciled child because of Christ?






