And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on His head, and put a purple robe on Him.
John 19:2 (NASB)
On Saturday evening as the sun was setting I was sitting in our back garden, enjoying the cooling breeze after the heat of the day. The trees rustled rhythmically from side to side, the pigeons cooed their roosting call in the distance. I watched squirrels scurrying back and forth on the adjoining fences, gathering nuts provided by our neighbour three doors away. Then I heard the gentle flutter of tiny wings, I turned to see a robin perched only a few feet away next to the garden shed. I smiled at our regular visitor, who doesn’t have any fear. It isn’t unusual for robins to accept food from a hand. I have always…
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