The soldiers were going about business as usual. It was time for another execution.
They picked up their hammers, hoisted the crossbar into place, and drove iron nails into His hands and feet. They had the procedure down to a science, and now as the blood spilled over, it was time to split His belongings.
In exchange for the grisly execution, these men were given their choice over the possessions He’d leave behind. It was no problem divvying out the outer garments. But everyone paused at His undergarment—a remarkable tunic woven from top to bottom. Who would get this? So rare. Unmarred. Surely, this would be worth something. They casted lots, and the winner of the lottery took it home.
To them, this was nothing to write home about. Brag about, sure. But to record in the Bible as a crucial detail of this Man’s suffering? Not so much.
But John knew better. He remembered Psalm 22 specifically—“They have pierced my hands and feet… my enemies stare at me and gloat. They divide my garments among themselves and throw dice for my clothing.” 1000 years before Jesus’ death—and way before the idea of the crucifixion had even been invented—David recorded this crucifixion down to the very last detail. And John was seeing it come to pass before his very eyes.
Only God could do that. Only the Holy Spirit. Only Jesus Christ, the Messiah, the Lamb of God.
Make no mistake—our routine and everyday activities that we don’t think twice about? God still uses to make Himself known. As you go about business as usual today, invite Him into that space and be prepared to see His hand move… down to the very last detail.
9 Yet you brought me safely from my mother’s womb
and led me to trust you at my mother’s breast.
10 I was thrust into your arms at my birth.
You have been my God from the moment I was born.
11 Do not stay so far from me,
for trouble is near,
and no one else can help me.
12 My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls;
fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed me in!
13 Like lions they open their jaws against me,
roaring and tearing into their prey.
14 My life is poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
melting within me.
15 My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have laid me in the dust and left me for dead.
16 My enemies surround me like a pack of dogs;
an evil gang closes in on me.
They have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I can count all my bones.
My enemies stare at me and gloat.
18 They divide my garments among themselves
and throw dice for my clothing.
23 When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they divided his clothes among the four of them. They also took his robe, but it was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom. 24 So they said, “Rather than tearing it apart, let’s throw dice for it.” This fulfilled the Scripture that says, “They divided my garments among themselves and threw dice for my clothing.” So that is what they did.
25 Standing near the cross were Jesus’ mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary (the wife of Clopas), and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus saw his mother standing there beside the disciple he loved, he said to her, “Dear woman, here is your son.” 27 And he said to this disciple, “Here is your mother.” And from then on this disciple took her into his home.
The Death of Jesus
28 Jesus knew that his mission was now finished, and to fulfill Scripture he said, “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar of sour wine was sitting there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put it on a hyssop branch, and held it up to his lips. 30 When Jesus had tasted it, he said, “It is finished!” Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.