As you visit the last days of Jesus Christ walking this earth, you cannot help but think what he knew. He had a predestined agreement with God. He had a mission, and that mission was coming to a painful and tragic end. Imagine if you will, that you knew ahead of time that the men that you were in the company of were going to deny that they knew you. Not once, not twice but three times. Think about working all of your life to make sure everyone knew that they had the same chance to know and be in the presence of God as anyone, but you are being killed for spreading that information. It is hard to fathom hanging from a wooden cross, impaled with nails. Mocked with a crown of thorns and given vinegar for water because you are so thirsty from carrying that heavy wooden cross through the city. As you are dying, you let go of the painful indignity man has bestowed upon you, not for your own sake, but theirs. Whew! Letting go was not an option, it was a choice.
Luke: 23:34 Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.