Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor's headquarters, and they gathered the whole battalion before him. And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” And they spit on him and took the reed and struck him on the head. And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him and led him away to crucify him. (Matthew 27:27-31 ESV)
These soldiers who were entrusted with the execution of Jesus seemed to have one view of Him: He was a game to play with. There they were, stuck with overtime duty during a crowded season, during the Holy Days of the Jewish people, and not a lot of night life. None of them seem to even question: "Could He actually be a King?" But the same happens in our season of crowds as well. Christmas can become nothing more than a game we play: Who can make the best cookies, get the best deals, buy the best presents, decorate the most distinctively? What this time really should be is a celebration: The King has come, and I choose to allow Him to be Who He really is: the king of me.
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