Jesus rode into Jerusalem as a celebrated king. People were shouting His praises, throwing down their cloaks along the trail for the donkey he rode, waving palm branches in the air. It was just 5 days later those same people were shouting again, except this time it wasn’t words of praise, it was words of hate. They wanted him to die, and not just to come to death, but to be whipped and scourged. They wanted him to be beaten and spit on, to be forced on a 2 mile march through the city, and finally to be nailed to a cross to suffer the most horrifying death that the Romans could conceive. This is an image I made of a crown of thorns and the kind of nails they would have used to keep Jesus pinned to the cross.