Day Five // February 22 // The Crowned Head of Christ “The strong hands of God twisted the crown of thorns into a crown of glory; and in such hands we are safe.” – Charles Williams –
He was the Lord of lords and the King of kings. But His crown was not one of gold. It was one of thorns. It was a diadem that sparkled not with the regal red of rubies, but with the crimson spangle of sacred blood. It was a mockery. It was a farce. Coronated in ridicule and scorn, the Savior humbly offered His holy brow to the very ones He’d come to save… but they were unaware. They were unaware that the One whom they scourged had healed sick. They were unaware that the One they mocked had calmed the seas. The world was unaware that the One they rejected had come to invite them in. And the invitation still lingers. It is a call to holiness. It is a call to righteousness. It is a call to freedom and meaning and hope. It is a call