Mark Has Some Good News, Part 69, Payment
Jesus Is Mocked
16 And the soldiers led him away inside the palace (that is, the governor's headquarters), and they called together the whole battalion.17 And they clothed him in a purple cloak, and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on him. 18 And they began to salute him, "Hail, King of the Jews!" 19 And they were striking his head with a reed and spitting on him and kneeling down in homage to him. 20 And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the purple cloak and put his own clothes on him. And they led him out to crucify him.
21 And they compelled a passerby, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to carry his cross. 22 And they brought him to the place called Golgotha (which means Place of a Skull). 23 And they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. 24 And they crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take. 25 And it was the third hour when they crucified him. 26 And the inscription of the charge against him read, "The King of the Jews." 27 And with him they crucified two robbers, one on his right and one on his left.29 And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads and saying, "Aha! You who would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days, 30 save yourself, and come down from the cross!" 31 So also the chief priests with the scribes mocked him to one another, saying, "He saved others; he cannot save himself. 32 Let the Christ, the King of Israel, come down now from the cross that we may see and believe." Those who were crucified with him also reviled him.
The Death of Jesus
33 And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour.34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" 35 And some of the bystanders hearing it said, "Behold, he is calling Elijah." 36 And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, "Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down." 37 And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. 38 And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. 39 And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, "Truly this man was the Son of God!"
40 There were also women looking on from a distance, among whom were Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome. 41 When he was in Galilee, they followed him and ministered to him, and there were also many other women who came up with him to Jerusalem.
There is a reason I put big chunks of scripture at the start of every post. In a way I believe like many, that God wrote a book and we should be reading it. It might come from a jaded history of hearing preacher give you 5 steps to a moral life out of half a verse. But mostly it's because of what happens when you read large chunks like what's up there.
You see we could spend a lot of time going through that passage and seeing all the implications to us, and we will that above all the gospel shames us. The good news of the gospel is Christ die for our sins and what you read from the scriptures at the top of the page is how he dies.
Mark doesn't go into detail that would have made some people sick, even burst into tears. He just says what happened. He doesn't tell us that scourging was where they take a whip of steel balls and hooks and turn your back into shredded flesh and blood. He doesn't tell us that the crown of thorns would have tore some of the most sensitive skin of Christ body as it was forced on his head. He doesn't mention that 7-9 inch spikes were driven through his wrists and that the sour wine vinegar that was given for him to drink was most likely used in a latrine for personal disinfection. History and research have fleshed out the accounts of the gospel to show us even more how shameful it was that an innocent Christ dies for our sins.
He dies for the big ones like murder and theft and rape, the little ones like malice and slander and gossip. He dies for the way you talk back to you parents. For the way you delete your browsing history. For every small and insignificant sin that the world has lied to you about in its gravity, Jesus died.
This first part of the good news should not be idly misread or passed over to shroud its significance. For the wages of sin, our sin, is this kind of death.
A death we should have died.