3rd Sorrowful: The Crowning with Thorns

They press a crown of thorns onto his head and put a reed in his hand and laugh. Behold the king. They do not know that they have spoken truer than they meant. He is a king, and his crown is precisely this. We meditate on every mockery, every hidden insult, every place we are despised — and on the kingship that is born of being willing to bear them.