It was only the 9th hour of a Friday, on the 14th day of Nisan, the first of Jewish month. The night was young, and everybody present was in eager anticipation. Something imminent was about to happen. Everything that surrounded Gol’go-tha was silent, except, for the gasping breaths of three men—disrobed. The one in the middle was draped with a scarlet cloak, crowned with thorns, before finally impaled. All three were impaled.