This verse in Matthew (27) stopped me.
35 And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, They parted my garments among them, and upon my vesture did they cast lots.
I stopped for a minute and thought about this. While it doesn't specifically call out in the scriptures, he was probably very poor. He had no where to lay his head, no home to call his own. He was rarely in the same place, and I imagine if he had any possessions they were on his person. With no money, his clothing was probably given to him by people who loved him and worried about him. I imagined (to myself) that his coat might have come from his Mother, Mary, or maybe a hand-me down from Joseph.
While the Son of God, he still was mortal. He appreciated his few small things. He treasured his coat.
Which is why I stopped on this.
In front of him, in the midst of being accused, tortured, and prepared for execution, even his clothing was stripped from him in a final moment of humiliation.
As I read this, I felt such sadness for Jesus.
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