The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. They clothed him in a purple robe. —John 19:2 (NIV)
He was adorned with a crown and dressed in Tyrian purple.
For a general of the Roman Republic, to wear such was reserved for the honor of a great triumph. And in the later Roman Empire, it was restricted to the association of emperors and their associates.
But Jesus was both on the cross.
This Holy week, we ready our hearts to remember what Jesus did. He showed the lavishness of grace — atonement clothed in purple. And the majesty of a crown — royalty fashioned through pain.
Jesus was clothed for a triumph, but ultimately, He owns the greatest one. And though crowned a king, He was (and is) the reigning monarch.
It’s something that reminds me over and over at this time of year… a single triumph is not the end. To be crowned a king of this world is not enough. Not by a long shot. Not when grace covers all. Every tear. Every sin. Every wrong and bitter seed in the hearts of man.
To the ancient world, crowns and Tyrian purple were luxuries few would ever see or experience. They were honors only a great triumph could garner. But this week, we have the GREATEST triumph in Him. In the precious adornment of His shed blood on the cross. And that is victory. Royalty. Triumph of the only lasting kind!
… And His Name is Jesus.