And yet, in the eyes of the public it was a shameful thing to be crucified. The Gospel writers do not ignore the pain and suffering of the cross but if you look closely at their accounts of the crucifixion it is clear that they stressed something else. You don't find graphic pictures of Jesus in agony or strong adjectives describing how much pain he had. Instead the descriptions stress the humiliation, disgrace, and shame of the cross.
Honor and shame were, and still are, pivotal values in the Mediterranean and near East world. We have heard even in recent times of so-called honor killings when a man thinks his daughter or wife has brought shame upon him. Love of honor was a powerful, driving force in Jesus' day. Contempt, loss of face, defeat and ridicule were to be avoided at all costs. Those who heard or read the story of Jesus' death understood this. the Gospels give us details of how the Roman soldiers and some Jewish leaders deliberately heaped shame upon him. They stripped him, hung a purple robe on him, forced a crown of thorns on his head, and then mocked him as a king. The focus of a man's honor is his head so they struck him in the face and spit upon him. As he hung helplessly on the cross they hurled insults at him and ridiculed him.
It is no wonder that Paul refers to Christ crucified as a "scandal," and "offense," a "stumbling block," to many because of the shame involved (1 Corinthians 23). The writer of Hebrews 12:2 explicitly calls the cross "shame." But notice how he puts it: "Fixing our eyes on Jesus ... who for the joy set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."
He endured the cross and the shame. Here is suffering joined to shame but both are linked with joy. For the joy ahead he endured the cross and despised the shame. Here is where joy and the sorrow of suffering and shame meet. The cross of Christ is still, for us, the place where joy and sorrow meet.
Some words from a modern song by Avalon express it well:
There is a place where hope remains
In crowns of thorns and crimson stains
And tears that fall on Jesus' feet
Where joy and sorrow meet.
There's a place of thirst and hunger where the roots of faith grow deep.
And there is rain and rolling thunder when the road is rough and steep.
There is hope in desperation, there is victory in defeat
At the cross of restoration where joy and sorrow meet.
The Lord's Table reminds us of that place where joy and sorrow meet.
