The executioners raised His body attached to the crossbeam by nails through His hands and wrists. They lifted the beam with Yeshua, securing it to the vertical piece. With His feet placed to one side, they nailed them together onto the upright beam. One of the soldiers used a ladder to nail the sign near the top of the cross which read The King of the Jews, written in Aramaic, Latin, and Greek. Josephus, Columba, and I were staring up at Him. We could not look away.
Would Yeshua’s Father intervene? Something was happening. The sky grew even darker than it had been indicating an approaching storm. The soldiers were laughing and casting lots. One of them took Yeshua’s garment. He must have won it. Yeshua hung between the two thieves. Slowly we made our way closer.
The criminals on each side were taunting Him. The Pharisees challenged Him to come down from the cross if He was the Son of God. The ones who performed the crucifixion blasphemed Him obnoxiously. This had been going on for some time.
After a short-lived silence as the three suffered the pains of the inhumane execution, the Messiah said of those responsible for His suffering, “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”