Outside a crowd was gathering. Brutality was in the air.
TV crews had been instructed to entitle all news 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 was becoming increasingly agitated.
"What you doing in there? Show us the body!"
Then electricity struck. Three naked bodies could be seen on the roof. They were being strung-up, on flag poles, Jesus was in the middle.
A sickening scene of triumph, a stinking odour of evil, spreading 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 to see Jesus’ swaying body. John grabbed hold of Jesus' mother's hand. “He is telling me that from now on we stick together.”
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