"Surely this was the Son of God!"

One God. One God in whom all things are possible. All things but one.
"Abba! Take this cup...if there is any other way...but Your will be done." My Son, there is no other way.
It begins with a kiss. It begins with taunting and mocking, beating and striking, stripping and flogging. "Are you the King of the Jews?," perhaps with a sneer.
"I Am. And you will see me on the right hand of the mighty one and coming on the clouds of heaven."
Shouting. Yelling. Screaming. "Crucify him! Crucify him!"
An offer of release from Pilate. "CRUCIFY HIM!"
Taunted. Mocked. Beat. Struck. Stripped. Flogged. And at 3:00, crucified. Criminals at the right and left hands of the Son of Man, while soldiers at Your feet lay claim to your clothes. 6:00, darkess. 9:00 death.
And now we wait.