Thus you Romans treat Him now whom you suppose nothing more than another of the Jewish rabble. But one day, before every living being, the King of the Universe Himself will place a glittering crown on His Son’s brow. One day, every creature will see the bloody Man of the Cross robed not in purple but in eye-burning brilliance. And then you will fall, not upon a mocking knee, but on your face in terror, for you will see the one thing you recognize about this Glorious Man: not His crown, His robe, or His glory, but the wound-marks you scornful soldiers placed upon His body. And you will bury your face in the dust, for you will look upon Him whom you have pierced and see Him no more as the humble carpenter-turned-rabbi but as God, your Maker and your Judge.
Thus you, hard heart, treat Him now whom you suppose nothing more than another moralistic teacher. But one day…
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