His clothes are stripped away and he is left naked before the crowed. Stripped of the little that is his. Stripped of dignity. Forced to feel shame. Humiliated.
I had a normal and happy childhood, I thought. I didn’t know I was different until other kids told me. I was adopted by an American couple. They came to Korea and chose me out of a nursery of a dozen other children. Children can be merciless and hurtful. They made fun of my slanted eyes and made up names about me and my heritage. I felt my dignity was being taken away from me through emotional assault and humiliation. I am able to forgive the mindless abusers who reduced and denied my humanity. They didn’t really know what they were doing, they didn’t know the scars they were creating inside me that would last a lifetime. They did however teach me to have a profound respect for those who are different. Jesus didn’t allow evil to strip him of his dignity on the cross. He has taught me to honor this humble house of flesh in which God is at home and we are garbed in spirit-strength and dignity.
God, help us to keep ourselves pure and clean. Help us say things that build up the people around us. Help us overcome worldly desires that we may become more like Jesus. Help us set a good example for others to follow. Amen.