The soldiers led him away to the inner part of the palace, that is, the Praetorium, and called the whole cohort together. They dressed him up in purple, twisted some thorns into a crown and put it on him. And they began saluting him, ‘Hail, king of the Jews!’
They struck his head with a reed and spat on him; and they went down on their knees to do him homage. And when they had finished making fun of him, they took off the purple and dressed him in his own clothes.
In this Mystery we stand and see further mocking of Jesus.
It is the most bitter irony, for Jesus made king in mock is indeed king. The tormenters hurt the one who would heal them.
We in our sorrow and sympathy make reparation, not only for their hurt, but for our own sins and failings.
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