The guards had brought this man Jesus to the town circle. Shackled and already beaten, they shoved him up to the whipping post. They ripped off the shawl and shackled him down. The crowd was mixed; some had hatred and some had great love for the man before them. His family and the people that had come to believe in His word and his Father’s commandments were there. Jesus had told them He would be betrayed into the hands of man. Mary stood with the crowd and looked upon her son. The tears had been rolling down her cheeks for hours. This was the first time she had seen Him since the guards arrested him. Her heart was torn apart at the pain he was already in and the pain to come. She knew this day would come, but He was still so young. She had to watch as they whipped her earthly son. She wept uncontrollably but knew this was as it had to be. Jesus looked up to the heavens. “Father, I am ready.” He bowed his head and closed His eyes. The guards looked at each other in puzzlement. Someone yelled,“He is crazy; He talks to himself.” Some laughed, but not many. The guard in charge finally spoke. “Begin.”
Two guards walked up, each with a whip. The first guard raised his whip and brought it down with all the strength he had. The whip slashed across Jesus’ back. He groaned as his back arched and His fingers rolled into fists. The first is always the hardest, a shock to the body. The second guard came down and whipped His back. The first guard struck again, then the second. They had developed a sick rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth--they did this for what seemed like forever. Finally, a guard yelled,“HALT!”
The two guards stopped to look at Jesus, who was down on one knee. The Son of God could not stop shaking. Even though the blood and the sweat rolled down His back, His mind was still clear. He kept telling his Father in heaven how much He loves Him and how much He loves the people doing this to him. Someone yelled to me, “Get him back on his feet!” I walked over with another guard and pulled him up by the arms. He looked at me with his swollen eyes. I looked back, into the slits He had left for eyes. There was no hate when He looked at me--only love. Then I backed away. I could not participate in this torture. The guard in charge eyed two of my fellow guardsmen and commanded them to continue the beating. There is a whip called flagrum that has multiple leather straps with metal and glass embedded within a small ball at the end of each thong. The guards each picked up a flagrum and walked over to Jesus. They were told to begin; the whips were raised again and the beating continued. The whips sank into His flesh. Jesus’ skin looked shredded. Some had to leave; it must have been too barbaric for them to watch. Some cheered. I had to look away. His body twitched in agony, His legs gave out and He fell. His hands were still shackled as He laid on His side. One of the guards kicked Jesus over onto His back, then continued to whip Him from the neck down. By then He had quit moving.
Finally the guard in charge gave the command: “HALT!”
Jesus lay there, barely breathing. They had whipped Him to the edge of death. I had heard that this was the man who talked about loving one another. The human form of a man was still visible, but His body was broken. The shackles were taken off and His arms fell to the ground. I knew this journey had only begun and wouldn’t end until He was crucified. The guards grabbed Jesus by the arms and dragged him out to the street. He was put to His feet and a cross thrown onto His back. Jesus clutched the cross and began to drag it up the stone path.
I looked back at the blood trail again. I was one of the guards that helped Him get up at the whipping post in order for this horrible beating to continue. I will never forget what I saw that day. Any man would have begged for mercy or cried for freedom. But this man they call Jesus said nothing. I looked down at the whip in my hand. I know in my heart I could never use it. I dropped the whip where I stood and looked at the Man with the cross. Jesus stumbled again and fell. I wanted to help Him but did not. The weight of the cross causes Him to fall, knocking the air out of His lungs. A whip sliced at the back of his legs.
“Get up, King!”
Shaking and trembling, Jesus tried to get up but couldn’t. He collapsed and His face hit the ground. The guard that had been whipping and yelling stopped to look through the crowd. Simon of Cyrene was in the midst of the people watching. The guard’s eyes fell upon Simon and ordered,“You! Over here now!”
Simon slowly walked over to the guard. He wanted nothing to do with this.
“I appoint you to help this man carry his cross to the hill.”
Simon replied,“But I am only passing through. I do not want any trouble.”
“Do as I say or we will do the same to you.”
Simon looked at Jesus, then reached for the cross and pulled it onto his left shoulder. With his right hand he reached down. Jesus looked up at him. “Give me your hand. I will help you.”
Jesus reached for Simon with a shaky hand. Simon helped Him to His feet. “Hang on to me and the cross.”
Simon wrapped his right arm around Jesus’ waist. The two stood looking at each other for a moment, then Simon looked ahead and started pulling Jesus and the cross to the hill. Some were weeping as they watched their Savior being helped to his Crucifixion. These were tears of love. But there was something else here: Hatred. Some hated Him, without even knowing Him. For these, there were no tears, only Sin.
Finally, they reached the base of the hill. Simon looked up to see two men already on crosses. There was an empty spot in the middle of them. Simon was drenched from sweat. His arms were weak and his legs were heavy. He looked at the man beside him. “We will make it to the top.”
Together they did reach the destination. Simon laid the man down gently, then the guards ripped the cross from his left hand. Simon fell to his knees. He looked exhausted and seemed surprised by all the blood everywhere. Simon watched as the cross was laid flat. Two guards walked over and grabbed Jesus by the hands and feet. Simon had to know. He asked someone in the crowd, “Who is this man? What crime did He commit?”
“They call him Jesus. He claims to be the Son of God!”
Simon could only look on now, but his life would never be the same. The guards carried Jesus to the cross and laid Him on it. They stretched His arms out and tied them down with rope. The mallet and nails were brought over. I watched as His hand was held open against the cross. The nail was placed in the middle of His hand. Jesus watched as the mallet came down. Metal to metal, the nail went through His hand and into the wooden cross. His fingers curled up and He groaned in agony. The same was done to His other hand. Without hesitating, the guards then reached down to hold Jesus’ legs still. One foot was put on top of the other and a nail was set on the top foot. Again the mallet came down, then again, until the nail finally found wood. Jesus almost lost consciousness from the agony.
The pounding above His head aroused Him. A superscription was being nailed to the cross that read, “This is the King of the Jews.” Then the cross was dragged to the spot between the two thieves. The end was lined up with the hole in the ground. Close to Jesus’ hands on each side a rope was tied. Two guards pulled from the front with the ropes. Four grabbed the cross and started to raise it up. The cross hung on the edge of the hole until a guard walked up and kicked the bottom of the cross. It slid into the hole, then dropped three feet before it slammed to a stop at the bottom. Jesus’ body jerked violently, His head fell forward as His chin rested on His chest. He drifted in and out of consciousness. The force of the cross slamming had dislocated all his upper body joints.
The crowd was yelling at Jesus, mocking him. “King of the Jews, save yourself, come down from the cross.”
Even the chief priests and the scribes mocked him. “You saved others but you cannot save yourself. Come down that we can see and believe.”
One of the thieves crucified with Jesus taunted Him. “Are you not Jesus? Save us and yourself.”
The other thief yelled in anger and rebuked him. “Do you not fear God? We deserve what we receive. But this man has done nothing wrong.”
Jesus pulled His head up and looked at the man talking. The tears were running down his face. “Jesus, remember me when you get to your kingdom.”
Then I heard Jesus reply, “This I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
At that moment, darkness crept in and covered the sun. The day appeared to turn into night. There was absolute silence--the sound of mocking stopped. The three hung for hours in the darkness, then out of nowhere, the ground began to shake. Some ran from fear, but I had to stay. I later heard that the temple was destroyed, split down the middle. After the shaking stopped, there was quite in the darkness again. I heard Jesus cry out in a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I give my spirit.”
After saying this, He breathed no more. Another guard checked to see if Jesus was dead. He speared His side but there was no movement. I walked closer and looked up to Jesus. The tears swelled in my eyes. I understood. I whispered,
“For He truly is the Son of God.”
The journey to the cross was over, but the journey with Jesus has no ending. Only life. After three days, Jesus rose. I know He now sits at the right hand of God. He died for our sins. Only the Son of God could do that. Because of His love, we have freedom. To be free is to believe in Him.

Author’s note: At first I did not want to write this short story but I knew I had to. I know nothing more than you do about Jesus’ crucifixion. I just typed what the Spirit put in my heart. I wrote gently on what they did to Jesus. I believe He was
beaten beyond what words can describe. Simon, without knowing it, was the first to pick up the cross and walk with Jesus. He did it in the physical sense. If you are a believer, you do this in a spiritual sense. When you wake up, you pick up the cross for Jesus and walk. Sometimes the weight feels like it’s too much to bear. Then someone grabs on and helps us. We look over and it’s Jesus. He smiles and says to us, “I am here to help you. Always!”
I went to church Sunday and they had communion. The bread wafer and the juice were handed out. The song that was playing was, “Were you there when Jesus was crucified?” Sitting there I realized there’s a part of all of us on the cross. Our sins. A sinless Jesus accepted all the sins of the world and put them on His own shoulders. An innocent man paid the price with blood for you and me. That’s love. I look forward to the next communion. Thank you Jesus. I love you.