Hostel, the Saw series, Wolf Creek, and other horrible, gut-twisting, sick, torture movies make anyone thinking about it feel sick and terrified. But, all those are just fiction stories of sick people thinking they can judge other people by making them cut there legs off. These crass stories were made up by a worldly man with a twisted mind and probably while he was influenced by drugs. But, there is a story, which actually happened to a man who did not deserve it, in front of hundreds of witnesses as He was torn apart, pierced, and hung on a tree. This is the story called Rusty Nails.
Imagine, a tough leather whip, with a split end, and tied into those ends, sharp metal, shards of bone, and hard pieces of clay. Now, imagine this whip, held by a big, strong, unrelenting man, hitting you 39 times on the back. It was a law to whip a man 39 times, so not to kill him. However, the whip still hit this guiltless Man 40 times, overdoing the limit. Now, the Man who was being punished was innocent, He did not murder, lie, cheat, or steal; all He did was rightly claim that He was King. But He was still tortured beyond imagination several times.
So, after the whipping, the man still was not dead, so they decided to mock Him until He could not take it. They took an old, tattered cloak with dirt on it, and covered Him with it. Now, the whippings caused this Man's bones to show from His back, and He was bleeding constantly, so the dirt on the robe only made things worse. After the placing the robe, they took a branch from a thorn tree with thorns about one inch in length. They weaved a fiendish crown out of it and placed on His head. Then they smashed the thorns into Him, in doing so, gouging profound cuts into His head, causing blood to decant from His brow.
When they finished with the crown, they took a stick, put into His hand like a scepter, and one by one, the crowd would come up and ridicule Him by saying: "Hail Lord, King of the Jews!" and then they would spit on His gashes and face, all of them would, all two-hundred of them. And if He would cringe or even drop the “scepter” they would thrash Him with it until satisfied.
But, this appalling account goes on. They took Him to a hill, and made Him take two very large, splintery, pieces of wood by Himself to that hill. Both of these pieces of wood where about six feet tall and one foot wide with another foot in depth and weighing around one-hundred pounds each. They made Him bear the wood for about two-thousand feet. Lined, were the streets the entire way there with crowds of spectators, spitting and striking Him, when they would strike Him, they would mock, "Who hit you? Prophecy to us King!" The torturers, in further mockery, said to themselves "This man is a King; we should make a servant for Him!" They did so by picking a random man out of the crowd to carry one of the pieces of wood. This man's name was Simon. Simon and the innocent Man carried the wood up a tall hill named Golgotha, the place of the Skull, a place where people entering and exiting the city could see Him during His punishment.
As men nailed the two pieces of wood together, forming a T-shape, spit covered Him even more, and had the thorns on His crown smashed even deeper. As one can imagine, He was bloody all over, and dirt in His wounds, saliva all over and in His wounds, and splintered all on His body. For even more humiliation, they stripped Him naked. When the men finally finished nailing the wood, the climax happened. They put Him on the splintered wood, took rusty nails, and drove the nails into the palm of His hands. The nails went through His skin, then bone and into the wood on the other side. The nails went through both hands, and both feet.
They raised Him up on the wood and put the base firmly in the ground. To mock Him even more, they gave Him sour, old wine, which, He naturally refused. And as a final mockery, they wrote: "THIS IS KING OF THE JEWS" on a plank of wood, and placed it above His head. He had ghastly woods, splinters, dirt, and blood all over His body, and now He could not breathe because of His position on the Tree of Wood. As insult to injury, He also had blood and other bodily fluids in His lungs, which would soon kill Him. It was certainly a sad, horrifying sight, of which no one should see or experience.
In fact, all of us, being all of humanity on earth, would have died just like that. However, the man that I have been talking about died instead. He did it for all of us, even for the people who spat on Him. He did not even need to die; He could have just stayed alive while we go through our rightful punishment. But, He did not. He sacrificed His self only so that we can live, so our life will be in debt to Him. We must thank Him always. His name is Jesus Christ, Emmanuel.
