The cross makers

So today I started thinking about the cross maker. Could you imagine if your job was to make the cross that Jesus took his last breath. There you are cutting the wood that would capture God for just a brief moment. As you fashion the two cross beams wondering what criminal would meet his demise on your masterpiece. You grin to yourself thinking that some justice will come to a lowly thief who can't follow the rules. Later that week you hear commotion is the city. Rumor is spreading through out the town. The Jews have decided to kill Jesus. You've heard a little about this man named Jesus. You scratch your head a minute thinking back to what you had heard. Was he a thief, a murderer? No, those things didn't come to mind. What had this man done that was so wrong to merit death on one of your crosses? The best you can remember he was a pretty good guy. Sure he was known to be a little crazy. You had heard that he was going around talking about the future. Some were saying that he was to be some sort of king of the Jews. Why would the Jews want to king their possible king? It just did not make sense. Your curiosity gets the best of you. You decide to make your way up to Calvary to see if someone knows what on earth this man could have done to take the place of a known murderer. As you make your way up the hill you see two crosses that your buddies had built. You could tell by the craftsmanship. There hung two men convicted of crimes. Neither of these two men looked much like a king. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a vision. "A man?" you think to yourself. It's hard to tell. This guy has been so badly beaten you wondered how this man could still be living let alone walking. Then you see your beam coming over the hill being carried by another man. There is no way that other could have carried that beam, you knew just how heavy it was. The roman