The soldiers grab Jesus and lead him to the cross-beam on the ground. They almost push him down. He offers no resistence. He is forced to lie down face up. They stretch his arms. In an instant, too many things happen. The banging of hammers on the nails, the piercing pain of sharp metal entering the flesh, the echo of the wooden beam, his painful scream. See also Via Dolorosa and the Tenth Station.
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He screamed aloud to relieve the pain. His voice echoed to the furthest corners of the city.
With each hammer blow, the metal tore into the flesh at his wrists, broke the arteries and fractured the bones. It was unbearable. He was almost senseless and the sunbeams were blinding him.
He had lost count of the hammer blows, of the orders yelled next to his ears, of the different voices talking or screaming. He could not follow the sequence of events any longer.
His feeble body was contorted with pain. Blood was dripping from his pierced wrists. He closed his eyes. He could not take it anymore; he almost lost his senses.
On the sides there where those who had come to see this “spectacle”. They stood there motionless and impassive. But there were also a few women sobbing quietly in a corner.
All was set. The body was nailed. The chords had been brought down from the wooden beams prepared to take the crucified body. And Jesus was now nailed to the Cross.