Crown have always been the sign of authority and Kingship. Charlemagne, whom historians say should deserve to be called ‘great’ above all others, wore an octagonal crown. Each of the eight sides was a plaque of gold, and each plaque was studded with emeralds sapphires, and pearls. The cost was the price of a king’s ransom. Richard the Lion Heart had a crown so heavy that two earls had to stand, one on either side, to hold his head. The crown that Queen Elizabeth wore is worth over $20 million. Edward II once owned nine crowns, something of a records.
If you were to put them all together they are but trinkets compared to Christ’s crown. Revelation 19 says he had many diadems. He wears a crown of righteousness. He wears a crown of glory. He wears a crown of life. He wears a crown of peace and power.
Among those crown, one outshines the rest. It was not formed by the skilled fingers of a silversmith, nor created by the genius of a craftsman. IT was put together hurriedly by the rough hands of Roman soldiers. It was not placed upon its wearer’s head in pomp and ceremony, but in the hollow mockery of ridicule and blasphemy. It is a crown of thorns.
The amazing this is that it belonged to me. I deserved to wear that crown. I deserved to feel the thrust of the thorns. I deserved to feel the warm trickle of blood upon my brown. I deserved the pain. He took my crown of thorns - but without compensation. He offers to me instead His crown of life, the crown that will never fade away.
This is the hearbeat of Easter. “Jesus paid it, all to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow!”