Posted by: peebles | March 30, 2010

John 19:5 (KJV) Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns.

John 19:5 (KJV) Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns.
What a vivid picture of Jesus we see in our text today. We see Jesus before the people, not crowned with gold or silver, or any ornamented jewels, but with a crown of thorns.
We see Jesus the monarch of the realm of suffering, wearing a symbol of shame.
Where the enemy wanted this crown of thorns to represent a crushing defeat, Jesus used it as an instrument  of victory over the curse of barrenness.
As the hymn writer Isaac Watts (1674-1748) once wrote:
See from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love, flow mingled down,
Did`er such love or sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown.
When Jesus wore the crown of thorns, He wore the curse of barrenness, that we should live in His fruitfulness.
When Jesus was presented before the crowd, wearing the crown of thorns, they seen only a blood covered figure with His body beaten and torn. They no longer wanted to even look upon Him.
The Bible says in Isaiah 53:3 to 5 (NIV) He was despised and rejected by men,  a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.  Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted. But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. 
Who defeats my fiercest foes? Who consoles my saddest woes?
Who receives my fainting heart, healing all its hidden smart?
Jesus crowned with thorns!
My friend, one day soon Jesus will come forth, not wearing a crown of thorns, but a crown of glory, of love, of life and of peace. For He is crowned forever more the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords. 
Just as the old hymn writers onced penned, in the words of this song amazing song written by Matthew Bridges (1800-94) and Godfret Thring (1832-1903)
Crown him with many crowns, the Lamb upon his throne,
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns, all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing, of him who died for thee,
and hail him as thy matchless King, through all eternity.
God bless you my friend, Matthew.

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