I’ve been trying to put myself in Jesus’ shoes when the Roman soldiers “crucified him and divided his garments among them, casting lots for them, to decide what each should take” (Mark 15:24). To me, that’s a real sign of hopelessness when your clothes are stripped from you. It means you’re not going to need them anymore — instead, you will be naked and exposed until your inevitable death. There is no going back. There is no longer any hope when even the clothes on your back have been taken and all that is left is hours of shame and agony on a cross.