Imagine an earthly king, whose end is near, ridiculed and spat upon by all, treated as a fool, regarded as a criminal, scourged for punishment as a murderer. What would he do, his demeanor be, his actions speak? Would he be affected? Would he be offended? Would he, a mere man and king, yell and proclaim his lordship, disciplining and dying in shame yet still to his last breath dishonored?
And in Christ, with those in seeking to shame what was witnessed, there was no fear, or sense of belittlement amidst the scoffing and ridiculing and jesting, but an enraptured love for God, a vision of holiness, that in the greatest suffering, just barely breathing air, unknown to all, he would know and he would not question, and in invincible dignity of holiness and of love for all rise with his spirit to the Father. It is the dignity of holiness that Christ possessed upon the cross and throughout his life, a holy suffering, dying breathing his last breaths suffocating and in pain, in blood and crucified, yet self-controlled and dignified eternally.
May he who suffered, the Christ, bring to our attention the holy suffering we may possess, whose name eternal and whose nature divine, be remembered to the last day when we behold him in victory and in dominion over all that is and was and shall be, and in holiness and garments of white embrace us as his sons in the Kingdom of God, walled and castled in gold and light, with crowns awaiting those who suffered as he did, in holiness and in dignity, in love and in sanctity, in pain, in blood, and in self sacrifice for all.