New Living Translation (NLT)
The Soldiers Mock Jesus
27 Some of the governor’s soldiers took Jesus into their headquarters and called out the entire regiment. 28 They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him. 29 They wove thorn branches into a crown and put it on his head, and they placed a reed stick in his right hand as a scepter. Then they knelt before him in mockery and taunted, “Hail! King of the Jews!” 30 And they spit on him and grabbed the stick and struck him on the head with it. 31 When they were finally tired of mocking him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him again. Then they led him away to be crucified.
Isn’t it a funny color?
This reddish kind of blue,
That makes some of us feel all regal
Like a lion within the zoo,
Or maybe it’s more like lavender
With redder overtones,
Where we feel quite progressive
Way down deep within our bones,
And then again it can be bluer still
With a conservative sort of bent,
So we all feel we need no change
Since with the status quo we are content,
But I prefer a different blend of hues,
A shade that only heaven knows,
That sets me apart from all the rest
With a priestly, blood-red glow,
No other pigment can compare,
It is a color so pure and true,
It paints me both inside and out
All bright and shiny new.
©2018 by William Pierce
This old world will try its best to color us as anything but Yours. Come and paint our hearts and our minds to reflect only You. Thank You, Lord!