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The Song: Nails
In his dream he saw a garden
With all his friends asleep
He walked away the hours
Until the morning crept
He wondered would the nails hurt
Would he be man enough
And that’s why Jesus wept
The Bible: The garden of Gethsemane
It was still dark when the armed gang of Temple supporters came for Jesus. Judas knew where Jesus would be: in a quiet spot, with just a few friends. Praying. Preparing.
They arrested Jesus and took him to the high priest’s place. Rent-a-mob queued up with fabricated and contradictory accusations. The Temple elite wanted something to justify a death sentence, and the high priest sprang his trap: “Are you the Messiah?”, he asked Jesus. “I am” said Jesus. “Blasphemy!” cried the high priest, and his cohort agreed that Jesus must die for it.
But they didn’t have the power to pass that sentence. Only the Romans could do that. So off they went at dawn to the governor’s house. Pilate asked Jesus, “Are you the king of the Jews?” “If you say so”, said Jesus. The Temple elite repeated their accusations, and rent-a-mob bayed for blood. And Pilate gave in to them.
So Pilate wrote on the charge sheet, ‘Jesus of Nazareth, king of the Jews’, and Jesus was led away by Roman soldiers to a place called The Skull, where they crucified him.
“They crucified him.”
That’s all the gospel writers tell us. It said everything their contemporary readers needed to know. They had seen enough of the Romans’ execution stakes to be spared the gory details.
Sure, those who toed the line enjoyed the protection of the Romans’ pax. But the terror of the cross awaited those who didn’t.