They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced.
Above the tumultuous voices of depraved humans you can hear the crack of steel. Repeated blow after blow – crack after crack – splits through the sound of Roman savagery. The cross is hoisted and secured into place. Body wracked, hair dripping, deep gasps of air. Erratic tremors course through body of the carpenter as he hangs suspended by nails. His face is covered in spittle and patches of beard are missing from his face. His loving eyes scan the sky as heavenly blood mingles through rugged wood.
The end is drawing nigh.
The smell of sacrifice hangs heavy in the air. Passionate words are raised and then His body falls motionless. Utter and complete silence.
Then screams are lifted on high as the earth is moved out of place and the sky cracks with mighty thunder. Wonder falls like a mist on everyone present. Then a cold, dirty spear is raised up and driven into the side of the Son of Man.
Take a moment to absorb the scene. And fix your eye on Jesus.
Pierced, smitten, and wounded for your sin. Battered, bruised, maimed and mangled.
The baby of Bethlehem, the child in the temple, the carpenter in the shop, the teacher of the multitude — is now the sacrifice for your sin.
He took the blow for you. Let all eyes behold THE LAMB OF GOD who takes away the sin of the world.
Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen.