Hope of the Nations

"Right, you're coming with me sonny Jim."
 Jesus had been lead into a notorious building in the centre of town; a building with no windows.

"We are going to the top floor, so you might as well help."  The burly officer passed Jesus a pill of cabling.  He tried to see if Jesus could carry the battery pack too, but his strength seemed already to be failing.

Outside a crowd was gathering.  Brutality was in the air.
TV crews had been instructed to entitle all new bulletins
 'Jesus - Hope of the Nations'.  
There was international interest in this story. 
The police chief pointed out the inaccuracy.
"Don't say 'Hope of the Nations', say 'he thought he was 'Hope of the Nations'."
"Too late mate,"  smiled our Australian correspondent.

The crowd became increasingly agitated.  "What you doing?"  "Show us the body."

Then- electricity struck.  Three naked bodies could be seen on the roof.  They were being strung up up on flag poles; Jesus was in the middle.

A sicken scenes of triumph; a stinking odour of evil, spread through the throng.
The officers drew lots to see who would get Jesus' private possessions; quite a nice mobile phone someone had given him.

Little did they know that what they were doing had been foretold in the book of Psalms chapter 22 vs 18.

There were also people who loved Jesus there too.  They strained up to see Jesus swaying body.

Peter grabbed hold of Jesus's mother's hand.  He is telling me that from now on we stick together.