Gut-wrenching agony in His body and soul. Battered, broken–mirroring the pain the world inflicted on love itself. The overwhelming weight of every mistake, hurt, and sin of humanity. His love for you so deep that He would endure the unimaginable to save you–even when you didn’t ask for it.
A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they forced him to carry the cross. They brought Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means ‘the place of the skull’). Then they offered him wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it. And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get.
It was nine in the morning when they crucified him. The written notice of the charge against him read: the king of the Jews... (Read Mark 15:21-47)
—Mark 15:21-26, NIV