- He was slapped
- He was spit upon
- He was despised
- They plucked out His beard
- They pressed thorns into His head
- They mocked Him
- They whipped Him with a cat and nine
- They forced Him to drag that massive cross through the streets
- They pounded nails into His hands and feet
He could have prayed and the Father would have scrubbed the mission and annihilated the nations of Israel and Rome in one fell swoop.
But like a lamb to the slaughter He was quiet, and continued to turn the other cheek.
Why are you silent, O precious Lamb of God?
Why do you heal the wounds of your attackers?
Why do you pray for the forgiveness of those who tear you apart?
…fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you may not grow weary and lose heart. ~ Hebrews 12:2-3
Part of that joy was reconciliation with the very ones who beat Him.