****** The Crucifixion of Evan ******
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Synopsis: Evan is a devout Christian who has planned for his spiritual
destruction and rebirth by carrying out a realistic crucifixion that he can
survive.
The Crucifixion of Evan
The Idea Gains Hold
Evan was a devout Catholic in a family of devout Catholics.  His mother was the
vice principal of the
city’s Catholic school and his father was a 15-year history teacher in the same
school.  Evan was one of
three kids – him at 15, his little sister Mary at 12 and his older brother Matt
at 17. 
Evan’s group of friends, all found through the church and the school, were
fairly like-minded.  They grew
up together, attended Bible study together, went on Vacation Bible Schools
together, went on camping
trips together, played sports together, attended each other’s’ birthday parties
and event went on multi-
family vacations together.  In short, Evan’s exposure to the world was limited
to cocoon of like-minded
religious acquaintances.  As a result, Evan found himself immersed in the
Christian faith and he searched
for truth and meanings in thousands of years of writings, art, persecution,
wars, legend and lore.  For 15,
he was one of the most studied youths in the church.  Most boys find the
outside world and the church
becomes but a part of their lives.  For Evan, however, his life was the faith.
He prayed in the morning, prayed before meals, prayed at night and avoided the
temptations that
corrupted so many of his peers.  He didn’t look down on them as he knew the
path to temptation and
sin was an easy one to walk.  But he was very proud of upbringing and self-
discipline that protected him
from the evil forces that consumed so many.  He also didn’t live the life of
Catholic boy that seemed so
popular to vilify in the media these days – he had never been abused, never
been approached for sex by
an adult, didn’t spend all his time jerking off or looking at porn and was
still a total virgin.  He wasn’t
consumed by thoughts of sex.  He was consumed, however, by the life and death
of Jesus Christ.  Jesus
was Evan’s inspiration; his purpose; his role model.
This heavenly figure lived a pure life that inspired some at the time and
inspires a billion people today. 
The manner in which Jesus approached his untimely end is ultimately what drives
Evan.  Jesus did not
beg for mercy, plead for leniency or curse his executioners.  Instead, he
endured the horrors with as
much poise as any human could.  A true sacrifice if ever there was one.
Evan spent countless hours researching the trial of Jesus (a total sham in his
opinion), the public beating,
the crown of thorns, the long walk up the hill carrying the cross, the nailing
and raising into the sky, the
suffering and the agonizingly slow death. He was just fascinated that someone
could undergo such
horrors and do so with such composure. 
At dinner one evening, Evan raised the topic in front of the family.
Evan: “Dad, I wanna play Jesus in the next pageant.”
Dad: “Don’t you think you’re a bit young for that Evan?  John’s played that
role for the past couple years. 
He’s 30 and is closer in age to Jesus than you.”
Evan: “Yeah I know.  It’s just I think this is the path I’ve been looking for. 
If I can experience what Jesus
went through, I know it will bring me closer to God.”
Dad: “That’s true son.  It probably would, but you’re just too young.  Try out
for one of the Roman
solider parts.  I know you’ve spent a lot of time studying this so you should
be a shoe in for the part.”
Evan almost choked on his asparagus: “I could never do that.  I could never
beat Jesus!”
Dad: “Yeah I know it’s the toughest part in the production and has really made
some grown men cry
while performing it.”
Mary: “It’d be cool seeing Evan beaten!”
Mom: “Mary Elizabeth!  That was out of line young lady and not very nice at all
to say about your
brother.”
Mary looked down at her place: “I’m sorry mom.”
Mom: “And?”
Mary looked at Evan: “I’m sorry Evan.  I didn’t mean it.”
Evan: “It’s okay sis.  I really want this.”
Mom: “Your father is right.  You’re too young.  Someone would probably think
it’s child abuse to let a
15-year-old be treated so rough, even if it was for the sacred passion
performance.”
Evan: “But what can I do?”
Dad: “If you don’t want to play a Roman solider, find another part to play. 
The closer you get to the
performance in the play, maybe you will be ready for the big role in a couple
years.”
Evan looked disappointed but undeterred: “I guess.”

Evan knew what had to happen.  He needed to experience what Jesus experienced
(except death of
course).  After he would be as close to God as any mortal man could be.  The
allure of achieving that
state of existence was too powerful to dismiss just because he was too young to
perform in the annual
play.
In the following year’s performance, Evan played the role of a shepherd, a
minor role with no speaking
part.  He spent all of him time during rehearsals and the live performance
focusing on John, who
reprised his role as Jesus.  John did just an amazing job.  He emotions were
genuine, his acting
completely realistic, his reactions to the beatings frighteningly believable. 
Evan was envious, but he
came to realize what his parents tried to tell him – he wasn’t ready for this
role.  He could not pull it off
as well as John has all these years.
The realization disheartened Evan.  He so wanted to experience these trials. 
No, he needed to
experience them.   Walking in the footsteps of Jesus and finding the strength
to overcome the obstacles
would be his ticket into an enlightened adulthood.  This setback only fueled
Evan’s determination to
make this happen.

Early in his 16th year, Evan presented a rough idea of his plan to his mother. 
He knew (or at least hoped)
she would understand and support him.  The plan called for a baptism of a
different sort – a realistic
recreation of Jesus’s final days in the most realistic means possible.  Evan
would suffer degradation,
humiliation, hardship, pain, suffering and despair, just as their Lord and
Savior had done so long ago. 
Mom: “Oh honey, this is the noblest idea I have ever heard of.  But just as
Jesus died, surely would you.”
Evan: “No I don’t want to die.  I need this to give my life purpose.  I need it
to be as real as possible but I
need to survive it.  I’ve done a ton of research and know how to do it.”
Mom: “How would you survive the nails?”
Evan: “You know the devouts in the Philippines who are crucified every year? 
Well, I know where they
put the nails so it doesn’t break bones or cause lasting damage.”
Mom: “Okay.  Well, what about hanging on a cross for that long.  You wouldn’t
be able to breath.”
Evan: “Yeah  I couldn’t be up there for 3-4 days.  I’m thinking 24 hours max. 
Maybe 12.”
Mom: “That’s a relief.  I just don’t know honey.  I couldn’t bear to see you go
through what Jesus did.  It
would be horrible.  What about the whipping?  That tore his skin apart.”
Evan: “I figured out that if the skin and fat are torn but I don’t tear up the
muscles and tendons, I should
be okay.  This is one thing I have to experience as real as possible.  I need
to bleed the ground.  I need
scars to forever remind me of His sacrifice.  Do you understand mom?”
Mom looked down at the table, almost in despair: “You’re going to make me cry
Evan.  What you want is
so beautiful and yet so horrible.  I just don’t know.  You’re such a good boy.”
Evan: “Mom, please.  I have to do this.  I’ve been searching for my path
forever and I finally found it.  I
need to walk the path of our Lord and Savior.  I need to suffer as he
suffered.  I need to be tested.  I will
come out of this a new person.  I will train the rest of the year, plan all the
details, get everything lined
up and do this on my 17th birthday.”
Mom: “You really have your mind set to this don’t you?  Have you spoken with
your father?”
Evan: “Yes I do mother, and no I haven’t.  I wanted your blessing first.”
Mom: “Oh honey I’m so proud of you.  I can’t imagine a more wonderful way to
show your devotion.  I
worry about you, how much this will hurt you and scar you forever, but I know
you will wear these
memories and marks with pride.  You will become an inspiration to others.  You
will get followers.”
Evan: “I’m not doing this for anyone else but me, mom.  I can’t think about
anything else.  I’m not
looking forward to the pain, but I need to experience it.  Does that make any
sense?”
Mom: “Yes honey it does.  I love you so much.  Come here.”
Mom held her son tight in her arms and told her son what he was waiting for: “I
will support you my
loving Evan.  I’ll even help you convince your father.”
Evan: “Thank you so much.  This means everything to me.”
Convincing dad was surprisingly simple.  It took maybe an hour to explain what
Evan had planned and,
more important, why he was doing this and what he hoped to gain as a person. 
His father asked a lot of
questions to gauge Evan’s intent to follow through, even when things become
unbearable.  Evan did a
good job convincing his father of his drive and dedication.  In the end, the
experience would be so
powerful that his father was not only on board, but offered to help his son
pull it off.  He, like his wife,
was now so proud of his son.  He only wished he had the courage to do something
like this.  He agreed
that Evan would garner a huge following after this act was done.
Everyone’s chief concern was how Evan’s body would survive the assaults placed
upon it.  They agreed
he needed to be in outstanding physical shape.  A solid, athletic body would be
able to endure the
forthcoming hardships much better than a lazy body.  Fortunately that wouldn’t
take much work.  Evan
was healthy, slim, fit, ate the right foods, stayed very active and was a fine
specimen of young man. 
What he didn’t have, however, was a regimented workout routine.  Evan liked
running so he asked the
school track coach about a program that he could employ over the next 9
months.  The next day, Evan
was running 6 miles a day, split between morning and evening.  It was probably
too much to start right
away, but he was determined like no other.
While he was conditioning his body, planning was underway.  The entire family
was on board at this
point and they treated it very much as a family project.  Dad took the lead as
he had the best contacts in
the church community.  At a family meeting, Evan handed out a list of his must-
haves:
1.        I will be starved and placed in isolation for 3 days; water would be
okay
2.        I will be placed in isolation nude and remain so throughout the event
3.        I will receive 39 lashes
4.        I will wear a crown of thorns
5.        Nails will be driven through my hands and feet
6.        The cross will have a horn on it
7.        While on the cross, my front side should be scourged
8.        At least 200 people should witness this
9.        The event should be recorded
10.        My goal is 24 hours on the cross
11.        I want my lower legs broken near the end

Expressions varied as each family member read down the list.  Mom’s face turned
pale white by the end. 
Dad slowly shook his head back and forth.  Mary opened her mouth in shock and
never closed it.  Matt
was speechless.  How could his little brother want this.  Yeah, he was brought
up in the same religious
family, but he was having the hardest time understanding this.  Reading this
confirmed Evan was
borderline insane and was on the road to becoming like a cult leader. 
Evan: “Okay, before you say anything, I want to explain each one.  First, I
need to get myself in the
headspace of what Jesus faced so I need to be worn down.  Being starved and
placed in isolation for 3
days will do that.  I will get very weak and I’m sure I’ll have a tough time
focusing.  I can survive on water
for 3 days.  Plus I’ll be in great shape by then so it will be easier to
endure.”
Evan: “Second, I have to be nude throughout this whole thing.  Jesus was nude
when crucified and I will
be as well.  I know it will be humiliating and that will add to the power of
the experience.  Next, I need to
be scourged like Jesus – 39 lashes on the back.  Forty lashes was considered a
death sentence so one
less is what the condemned received.  I’ve done enough research to know that I
can’t have my muscles
and tendons torn, but skin and fat are okay.  So we’ll need to come up with the
right thing to sew onto
the end of the whip strands.  I also need to wear a crown of thorns.  Now for
the nails.”
Evan took a slow deep breath and exhaled: “In order for this to be real, I need
to be nailed to the cross. 
I’ve studied the Philippines annual ritual and it can be done.  You can
actually nail through the hands and
feet safely, without paralysis.  What I can’t do, unfortunately, is have spikes
driven through my wrists,
which is probably what Jesus endured.  That would destroy too much.  I tried
and tried to figure out how
to make that happen, but nails through the hands will have to do.  I have
another way to make up for
the lack of suffering.”
Evan: “This next part is tough and I saw the look you made mom when you read
it.  Real crucifixions had
horns on the cross.”  Mary looked up inquisitively.  She had no idea what this
was.  Evan looked right
into Mary’s eyes.  “Mary, this is gross, but don’t worry.  It’s real.  A horn
is a long piece of wood, like a
broom handle that is attached to the middle of the upright.  I sit on it and it
violates me.  Every time I try
to relieve pressure on my wrists by pushing myself up, I repeatedly sodemize
myself.  It’s painful and
very degrading.  That’s the point and it has to be done.”
Evan’s mom started to protest but Evan cut him off.  “Please mom, let me
finish.  As I said earlier, I need
to make up for the fact that I can’t be nailed through the wrists.  I therefore
want to be scourged on my
front side while I’m hanging on the cross.  Since I won’t be up there the full
3-4 days, this should work
fine.  Also there has to be a crowd witnessing what will happen to me and it
should be professionally
recorded.  I desperately want to make it up there 24 hours with no water or
food or water.  And finally,
you may know that sometimes the lower legs are broken to hasten death.  With
the legs fractured, you
cannot raise yourself.  I want that done towards the end.  Ok that’s it.”
Mom was the first to chime in: “Evan, my son, this goes too far.  You cannot
survive this.  It’s too much. 
How did you come up with this?”
Evan: “It’s all brutal, but it’s true to what really happened.  Nothing is made
up.”
Mary: “But Jesus wasn’t naked.  He had a white robe on.”
Evan: “Well, actually not.  He was naked when the Romans beat him and he was
naked on the cross. 
We’re just too ashamed to show Jesus as he really was.  They degraded and
humiliated him in every way
possible.  They tried to destroy his essence.  But they failed.  They created
the greatest man who ever
lived.”
Dad: “Is that what you hope to become?  Another Jesus?”
Evan laughed: “Not at all.  I want to have an experience as close as possible
to what Jesus experienced
and I want raw inspiration.  I want to reach a level of spiritual clarity I’ve
been searching for my whole
life.”
Matt: “You all know I’m the last one to understand why you need to do this.  I
mean your body will be
scarred forever.  You may walk with a limp.  Your hands and feet will always
have visible signs of holes. 
And now you want to get beaten on your front side as well.  Do you know how bad
that can be?”
Evan: “Yeah, I know.  It’s okay.”
Matt: “No, do you really know how bad that could be?  I mean if someone’s
whipping you on your front,
they could, you know, miss and hit something important.”  Matt was blushing
trying to find a coy way to
state the obvious.
Evan: “I know what you’re trying to say.  And it’s okay.  I am prepared to face
the consequences.”
Matt: “Even if that means never having kids?  Really?”
Evan: “Yes.”
Mom: “No way Evan.  Now you’ve gone too far.  You can’t risk that much.”
Evan: “And Jesus risked less?”
Dad: “He was the King of the Jews.  You are not.”
Evan: “No I’m not, but I will walk in his footsteps.  I will endure what he
endured. And I want Matt to be
the one to scourge me.”
Matt: “WHAT?”
Evan: “Yes, Matt.  It’s you.  My brother should be the one to do this.”
Matt: “There’s absolutely no way.  Forget it.  I don’t believe in this quest of
yours and I’m certainly not
going to participate in your destruction.”
Dad: “Now hold on a minute.  This makes sense.  Granted you’re not Roman and
you haven’t been
ordered to carry out the awful deeds, but you are a member of this family and I
can’t think of anyone I
would trust more than you to do this.”
Matt: “No way.  I can’t beat my own brother, tearing his flesh.”
Evan: “Please Matt.  I’m begging you.  I need you to do this for me.”
Mom: “Evan and your father are right.  I can’t have someone else beat my son. 
You have to do this.”
Matt: “Oh come on.  How can this be put on me?”
Mom: “You know why.  Do you honestly want someone else doing this to him?”
Matt: “I don’t want anyone doing this to him.”  Matt sighed and the room went
silent.  No more
convincing; more prodding.  Everyone was waiting on Matt to respond.  At least
a minute of deafening
silence elapsed when Matt finally relented.  “Whatever.  If I have to.”
Evan: “Thank you my brother.  You have to do this all the way.  You can’t hold
back.  It will be bloody
and horrible and I’ll scream.  But you must see this through for me.  I’ll
never get another chance like
this.”
Matt: “Sure.”
Dad: “Matt will do his job.  Let’s get back to the legs.  You don’t need your
legs broken.”
Evan: “It’s part of it.  Plus it’s easy enough to get them repaired.  If I’m
going to put myself through this,
I’m going all the way.  I will not chinch on anything.”
Dad: “There’s no proof Jesus ever had his legs broken.”
Evan: “No there’s not.  But it was very common in crucifixions of the time.”
Dad: “I’m not convinced.  This will be brutal enough.”
Evan: “Yeah this whole thing is brutal.  Because it was real.  Jesus suffered
and they didn’t hold anything
back.  Dad, this has to be just as realistic.  My legs will heal.  Doc Hendrix
will fix them.”
There was silence as everyone in the family took this in.  Mom was thinking how
proud she was of her
son, but was afraid he was going too far.  Matt was fixating on his new role in
this whole thing.  Mary
was having a hard time processing all this.  It just wasn’t sinking in quite
yet.  But it was dad who was still
giving his son the benefit of the doubt and wanted to give his son all the
support he could.
Dad: “Tell you what.  I’ll let you do everything you want, but I’m going to put
some safety practices in
places to ensure you survive and recover.  Deal?”
Evan: “Deal.  Thanks you guys.  This means everything to me and I love you all
so much!”

As the months marched on, Evan intensified his daily exercise routine, running
6-10 miles per day.  He
was already in great shape and was diligently preparing his heart for the
trials that lay ahead.  He wasn’t
building muscle mass, but rather aimed to become lean and toned.  A thin look,
he thought, would be
more authentic.  In fact, he started a vegetarian diet six months out and also
significantly limited his
caloric intake.  As with the rest of this project, he became obsessed with
achieving a look that would be
appropriate.  He started his 16th year at 6’ and 150 pounds.  His goal was to
lose 25 pounds.

Meanwhile, Evan’s father met with members of the church, attorneys and the
family doctor.  The
logistics were many, the legal concerns were complex and medical worries were
genuine.  Fortunately
this was going to happen on Evan’s 17th birthday.  That makes him a legal adult
and giving self-consent is
much easier than relying on parental consent.  Over five months, Evan’s dad put
everything in place.  As
they did often during the planning, they had a family meeting.  This time, the
focus was Evan’s safety. 
Dad presented the following list:
1.        When Evan’s on the cross, he will have 2 IV lines run into him and
will be fed ringers, glucose
and/or bicarb as needed
2.        All nails will be sterilized
3.        Nail placement will be critical to avoid hand and foot paralysis
4.        Evan will undergo counseling before and after the event
5.        Evan will receive no beatings to the face or head
6.        Evan will have to have all hair below his neck removed so as not to
serve as contamination for
his broken skin
7.        Evan will receive a Tetanus shot
8.        Evan’s wrists will be roped to the cross to ensure the nails don’t
rip through Evan’s hands
9.        The scourging whip will have metal balls tied to the ends of the
strands rather than jagged bone
or rock
10.        The crown of thorns will be replaced with a crown of barbed wire
11.        When finished, Dr. Hendrix will immediately tend to Evan’s injuries
12.        Only the selected video crew from church will be allowed to record
the event
Evan: “IV lines?  Jesus didn’t have IV lines.”
Dad: “Jesus also died on the Cross.  You will not.”
Evan: “But those drugs will make it too easy for me.  It won’t be realistic.”
Dad: “ Doc Hendrix and I discussed this and knew you wouldn’t like it.  But
with as much trauma as your
body will receive, you could easily go into shock and die.  The fluids will
help keep you alive.  We do
promise to only use them when needed, and then only as much as necessary.  You
won’t notice it and
you will still be able to fully experience being crucified.”
Evan: “Alright, if you promise.  Thanks dad.  So, a foot rest?  I need to hang
by my hands.”
Dad: “That simply won’t be possible son.  The nails in your feet won’t be able
to go through the ankles,
which is how it normally would have been done.  Instead, the nails will go
through the top of each foot
and into a rest that we’ll install at 45 degrees.  It will also be placed high
enough so your knees bend and
the rest won’t hold much of your weight.  Instead, the horn will do that.”
Evan: “Ok that sounds good.  How long will the horn be?”
Dad: “We’ve decided on 12” long and 2” wide.   That should be big enough to
cause you severe pain and
the tearing will cause bleeding which will serve as lubrication.  We’ll
position it on the cross upright so it
will be fully inserted when you slouch all the way down.”
Evan: “Wow you guys really thought this through.”
Dad: “Yes we did son.  You inspired me by what you’re doing and I’m going to
everything I can to make
this as realistic as possible for you.”
Evan, mom and dad grasped each other’s’ hands around the table and said a short
prayer.  When done,
Evan turned to Matt.
Evan: “So, are you ready?”
Matt: “Yeah I think so.  I’ve been practicing with the whip and have gotten
pretty good at it.  At least I’m
not longer hitting myself!” They all chuckled.  “I’ve also been practicing
throwing the baseball again so
that’s strengthening my arm so I can swing harder.  I’ve gotten to where I can
give 39 full force strikes
without letting up at all.  I’ve also been working on a mannequin and I’m good
at hitting the whole front
side of the body without hitting its head.   Now that we settled on the tips of
the cat, I’ll install them and
continue training.”
Evan: “That’s perfect Matt.  Thanks so much for helping me with this.  It will
be so much nicer knowing
it’s you who is beating me.”
Matt: “It’s alright bro.  I’ve come around and am proud to be there for you
during this.”
Mom: “Evan, how much do you weigh now?”
Evan: “I’m finally down to 125, right where I wanted to be and I still have 2
months to go.”
Mom: “You should stop there.  You almost look unhealthy you’re so skinny.”
Evan: “Oh no, I’ve never felt better.  I have so much energy I don’t know what
to do with it.  Plus I need
to look a little sickly for the crowd.”
Mom: “Hey now, you said this wasn’t about them, but about you.”
Evan: “Yeah, you’re right.  I’m seriously doing this for myself.  I really am. 
I think I’m looking right for
this.”
Mom: “If you say so, but just be careful.”
Evan: “I will be mom.”


As the final week approached, everything was falling into place.  Two hundred
fifty-seven people were
invited to attend this momentous event, well beyond the 200 that Evan hoped
for.  Mom, who
coordinated invitations, had to cut off at 250 due to space constraints.  But
seven more snuck onto the
list with good reasons.  Evan’s extended family would there, as well as a
couple dozen friends from
school, church leadership, prominent church members, medical personnel, support
people, church
caterers, etc. 
The family farm was more of a ranch/farm than a traditional crop growing farm. 
There was a large pen
area for sheep, another pen for horses, a chicken coup, a couple barns, open
fields and some wheat
crop.  The area had hills and was nicely tucked away in a valley so there was
little concern for prying
eyes.
The center of attention would be a raised hill with a heavy beam wooden cross
firmly situated in place. 
The curved mound rose a few feet above the surrounding terrain, just enough to
give the crucified some
height.  This area had to be built up since it’s typically used as a fire pit. 
Leading to the hill was a long,
winding path that started at the 2-story farm house.  It was about 100 yards
long and covered in dirt. 
On either side of the path was beautifully mowed bluegrass.  Next to the family
house was a large barn
for storing farm equipment, feed, tools, a small work shop, etc.  Inside the
barn was a small room where
the sharp and expensive tools were stored.  Those were cleared out and that
room would serve as
Evan’s solitary confinement. 
Surrounding the cross were rented bleachers, three levels high each.  The
bleachers were arranged in a
semi-circular pattern covering a 180 degree arc from the left side of the
cross, to the front of the cross,
ending at the right side of the cross.  Each participant would have a clear
view of the ceremony. 
Completing the scene was a pair of ultra-quiet generator light trailers.  These
light trailers would bathe
Evan in light as he hung on the cross overnight.
Evan’s mother completed the crown of barbed wire.  She was proud of her
creation and took great care
in its construction.  She wrapped a sterile line of barbed wire three times
around a mold resulting in
sharp spikes protruding in all directions about every inch.  She then interwove
green leaves into the
crown creating a visually appealing design.  Even though she wore gloves while
she constructed the
crown, she did manage to knick her fingers a few times, drawing blood.  She
knew this would be horrible
for her precious son, yet she couldn’t wait to see it on him.

On the evening before Evan’s confinement, Evan and his entire family had their
last normal dinner
together.  They prayed at length and Evan asked for the strength to endure the
trials set before him.  It
was a solemn occasion and there was little talking.  By this time, Evan had
worked himself into such a
mental fortress that hardly anything could faze him.   His self-discipline,
determination and strong faith
inspired everyone who he encountered these past few months.  As dinner
continued in silence, Evan
spoke up.
Evan spoke softly and purposefully: “I want to thank you, my dear family, for
supporting me on this trial
of a lifetime.  I am about to embark on something that will change who I am.  I
will go to sleep one
person tonight and awaken in 4 days as someone new.  With your help, I will
make it through this.  But I
have to plead, especially to you Matt, not to go easy on me.  While I will try
not to beg, scream and cry, I
might weaken.  For this to work, you have to follow through with the brutal
treatment of my body.  Will
you do this for me brother?”
Matt: “Evan, it will be very difficult to hurt you so horribly, to cause you to
bleed, to rip your skin, but I
know what you’re trying to accomplish and you’ve somehow managed to inspire
me.  I will do my part
even if I cry right alongside you.”
Evan: “Thank you so much.  I love you.”
Matt: “I love you too.”
Dad: “Everything is set.  When you wake up tomorrow, your mother will shave
your body and will place
you in isolation.  This will be your last meal.  You will not be allowed to use
the bathroom in the
morning.  As soon as you wake up at 6 a.m., your trial begins.  Inside the
storage room, you will have
access to a hose with water.  Nothing more.  We will leave you in complete
isolation and will not check
on you.  If you need or want anything at all, we will not hear you.  Everyone
has been given strict
instructions to not go in or near the barn.   Pastor will padlock you inside
the room and will also padlock
the barn doors.  This is very dangerous, but it’s important you be completely
isolated and alone.  When
times are tough, pray and you will make it through it.  Also imagine the
further trials that await you and
that will give you strength, my son.”
Evan stated with great poise: “I am ready.  I have no fear at all and my mind
is clear.”
Mom whispered with a tear: “You make us all so proud.”
Evan went to bed around 10 p.m. and fell fast asleep, having one of the most
peaceful sleeping nights of
his life.

The Day of Reckoning
Morning came early and mom had to wake even up at 6 a.m.  He was groggy as he
awoke, forcing his
eyes to focus on his mother standing beside his bed.  As he came to, he
couldn’t recall the last time he
had such a perfect sleep.  He slowly sat up and moved his feet over the edge of
the bed.  He took a deep
breath, got up and immediately kneeled down beside his bed, hands pressed
together in prayer.  A
minute of whispering to himself, he stood up, pushed his boxer shorts down and
stood before his
mother naked and unashamed. 
Mom took in his son’s body, something she had not seen in its bare form in
nearly a decade.  The first
thing she noticed was how well Evan toned his body these past few months.  His
6’ frame slimmed to
120 pounds and his vegetarian diet kept his complexion silky smooth.  In the
standing position, his ribs
were visible and his stomach was slightly sunken.  He had no facial hair, no
chest hair, average hair on
his groin and very little fuzz growing from his arms and legs.  The hair on his
head was several inches
long and had a nice wave flowing through it.  He had a cute button nose and
soft hazel eyes.
Mom led her emotionless son into the bathroom and proceeded to shave him.  Over
the next half hour,
she used shaving cream and a razor to remove all of the hair below his neck,
being very careful not to
knick him.  Evan hardly knew what was happening.  He was mentally in a
different place.  Mom had to
tell him twice to bend over and spread his cheeks so she could get the small
tufts of hair hiding near his
hole.  Was it necessary for this event?  Of course not, but mom was intent on
being as thorough with her
roles as Evan was intent on being with his.  While he had little body hair to
begin with, he looked even
younger when devoid of the little bit that was beginning to define him as a
man.  Evan showered and
mom dried him off.
The pair proceeded to the kitchen where the rest of the family, the Church’s
pastor, Doc Hendrix and
family attorney were already assembled.  Mary blushed and she saw her naked
brother walking in.  This
was a first for her.  Dad and Matt were surprised at how skinny he was.  Evan
stood in the middle of the
kitchen, hands at his side, as the pastor asked Evan if he was ready to begin. 
He nodded.
Pastor approached and gently placed a hand on Evan’s left shoulder: “Evan,
today is your seventeenth
birthday and you are about to embark on a mission that will define your entry
into adulthood.  You will
walk the path of Jesus Christ and will be subjected to trials similar to those
He faced.  You have prepared
mentally and physically for this day.  You are ready.  Let’s pray.”  Everyone
gathered grasped the hand of
another in the room, lowered their heads and listened intently as the Pastor
led the room in deep
prayer.  Upon conclusion, the doctor spoke up.
Doc Hendrix: “As you know, Evan, this event is wrought with medical risk. 
During the next three days
you will be starved and isolated.  You may not survive.  If you do, your body
will then be pushed to the
limits of human capacity.  You will be scarred for life.  But, none of us here
wish to see you perish so we
will take prudent precautions.  These measures have been discussed for months
and are to be used only
when necessary.  Read this document carefully, including the consent clauses
and the sections
pertaining to risk of mutilation and death.”
Evan read the two page document and looked up when complete.  The attorney
pointed out the places
for Evan to initial and sign.  He signed three copies.  While it was
unnecessary for anyone else to sign the
contract since he was no longer a minor, the family attorney thought it wise to
cover bases so there
were provisions for many signatures, including his parents, the Church, the
doctor, the attorney and
even Matt, who would perform much of the physical beatings.
Attorney: “With three original documents signed, you can begin.”
As agreed to, Evan now belonged to the Pastor.  Evan’s mother formed tears in
her eyes and his father
formed a lump in his throat.  So the time has come.  This was really going to
happen.  She wanted to
jump across the kitchen and hug her son, but she knew that could not happen. 
She hoped beyond hope
that she would not lose her beautiful boy.
The pastor led Evan out of the kitchen, outside and towards the barn.  It was
already 80 degrees and
humid.  Evan walked in slow motion as he noticed the small, puffy clouds in the
sky, the sounds of birds
and farm animals making nature’s song and he even glimpsed at the area where he
would hang in three
short days.  At this point, Evan was alone with the pastor.  The other family
members looked on from
the deck. 
As the pair disappeared behind the barn doors, no words were exchanged.  Both
knew where they were
headed.  Evan entered the interior room without delay and with what little
light was available, he
surveyed the space.  It was as he remembered, except the tools were gone.  The
room was 6’ wide, 8’
deep and about 12’ tall.  The light bulb that used to be in there had been
removed and the power
outlets flipped off at the breakers.  The dirt floor was barren, the hooks that
previously held the sharp
tools had been removed and all that remained was vertical walls covered in
empty peg board.  As
promised, the far corner had a garden hose with a small handle to regulate
flow.
Again, no words were exchanged.  Once Evan was inside, the pastor closed the
thick wooden plank door
behind him, applied the solid padlock and walked out of the barn.  Once
outside, he applied another
lock and that was it.  Evan tried to adjust his eyes to the dark, seeing if any
light would leak through. 
Normally that might have been the case, but Evan’s father took care over the
past few weeks to seal the
cracks.  However, to ensure some airflow, slats in the roof allowed some air
exchange.
The Isolation
The first thing Evan did was locate the hose and take a drink.  He had no water
since waking up and
needed to hydrate.  He also realized he had to pee.  He did not have the
opportunity this morning,
between being shaved and showering.  Well, truth be told, he could have
urinated in the shower, but he
held it.  The hose with fresh water was in the back-right corner of his little
prison, so he chose to pee in
the back-left corner.  He felt out the features of the room and proceeded to
release his liquid.  The noisy
experience also resulted in some of the pee splattering on his bare lower
legs.  He didn’t care.  He knew
worse things were in store for him.
He proceeded to what he thought was the center of the room, knelt down and
prayed.  Time passed by
slow for Evan as his sense of time eroded within the first few hours in
isolation.   He passed the time by
praying, pacing, thinking about the trials that lay ahead, working out and
sleeping.  What he didn’t do
was eat.  But that first day, he had to empty the previous night’s dinner. 
Evan held it for hours, but
eventually he could hold no longer.  He squatted in the same back-left corner
where he urinated and let
it out.  The stench was overwhelming, but there was nothing he could do.  There
were some room
between a few of the slats that made up the walls and that allowed for some air
exchange, but the
stench never really went away since the fresh pile seemed to supply a never-
ceasing supply of odor. 
Eventually Evan got used to it, but that first day and night were the worst.
Waking up after several hours of sleep, Evan had no idea if it was day or
night.  Still no light leaked into
his tiny room and the lack of stimuli was disorienting.  Adding to the
disorientation was a worsening
hunger.  The hunger pains increased in intensity during his isolation and they
slowly wore him down. 
While he had plenty to drink, his slender body had little spare nutrition.  By
the end of day 2, he could
hardly remain conscious. 
On the morning of day 3 the weather took a turn for the worst.  Evan could
hardly breathe with the lack
of airflow, the ever-present odor in the corner and the humidity that permeated
everything.  There was
no air flow and he could tell today was hotter than the previous two.  The time
of day was elusive but
outside, the world knew it was 90 degrees by 8 a.m.  By noon the temperature
was already 100; there
was no wind to filter inside the barn and the conditions became unbearable. 
The temperature inside
the barn quickly rose to 120 degrees, which transferred into Evan’s tiny room. 
In fact, with his body
heat, it was a couple degrees warmer.  Evan tried to work out, but was
completely exhausted, unable to
move.  He was a mass of flesh and bone on the ground, breathing heavily,
starving and without the
strength to function. 
Time was no ally as the temperature continued to rise throughout the afternoon,
leveling off around
107 in the afternoon and 130 inside.  At some unknown point, after Evan drank
as much water as he
could hold, he passed out and started to undergo hyperthermia.  His heart rate
quickened, he was
having trouble sweating (primarily because his dirt-covered body was turning
into mud-covered with all
the sweating up to now) and he was having trouble concentrating.  The lack of
food for the past several
days was not helping.  If it had not been for his exceptional health before
going into confinement, Evan
probably would not have survived.  Outside, the doctor and his parents were
worried.  They knew how
hot it got inside the barn and could only imagine how improbable it was that
Evan could endure such
unending punishment from Mother Nature herself.  They broached the subject
several times of going
inside to check on him, to see if he was still alive or in need of fluids.  But
each time someone in the
family talked the others out of it.  They knew the risks and if anyone could
survive this first ordeal, it
would be Evan.
Meanwhile, Evan lay in an unconscious state throughout the third afternoon. 
Perhaps it was for the
best.  He had not defecated since the first day he arrived and had been having
such a hard time
concentrating by the end of the second day that he couldn’t even pray without
losing his train of
thought.  As the heat cooked the barn, the isolation room and its inhabitant,
Evan continued to
deteriorate.  His core body temperature steadily rose to the point where brain
cells were starting to fry. 
Unbeknownst to anyone, Evan’s permanent alterations began during the scorching
afternoon of day 3 in
confinement.
Sometime overnight on his last night in isolation, Evan awoke, shivering and
delirious.  It took him an
extended period of time to figure out where he was and what he was doing here. 
He somehow knew
where the hose was and continued to hydrate himself.  But by this point, his
strength was gone.  He
crawled to the hose and shook as he manipulated the handle.  He sprayed more of
his face and body
than he did his mouth.  But he received enough precious water to keep him
alive, but for how much
longer was questionable.  Evan was deteriorating fast and would likely not
survive another night in this
place, especially if the weather conditions repeated themselves.  And indeed,
the forecast called for
another day like the last, even perhaps hotter.  No clouds were expected and
the humidity was expected
to be equally brutal. 
Evan had no idea how long he had been in isolation.  He barely knew why he was
there.  By this point,
his mind was playing tricks on him, creating images that weren’t there, sending
him on hallucination
fantasies that served to further confuse the line between reality and something
else.  Eventually, Evan
started to cry and curled up in a ball and tried to will himself back to
sleep.  Eventually it worked and, for
the final time, Evan fell unconscious in his own little hell.

The Scourging
The next morning, preparations were complete.  Guests arrived between 7 and 8
a.m., went through a
thorough screening process, signed waivers, had all electronic devices secured
at check-in and they
mingled, ate a light breakfast and started towards the bleachers at 8.  The
event itself was scheduled to
commence at 8:30, but several people would first address those gathered.  First
among them was Evan’s
father.
Dad confidently approached the podium that was outfitted with a microphone,
which fed to a rented
audio system.  Speakers placed around the grounds assured everyone could hear
and follow the
proceedings.  Three cameras and videographers commenced filming from various
angles.  He tapped on
the microphone to ensure it was hot and proceeded.
Dad: “Thank you all so much for joining us for Evan’s destruction and rebirth. 
That’s right, destruction
and rebirth.  I wanted to start my comments with stark language so you are
fully prepared for what you
will witness today.  Evan has offered his body, mind and soul for an event that
will leave him forever
changed.  Today you will witness Evan’s scourging and crucifixion, in a way
that as closely mirrors the
trials faced by our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  My dear soon has prepared
nearly a year for this day
and he has created a scenario that faithfully resembles the brutality of what
occurred 2000 years ago.”
Dad: “This may be hard for me to get out, so bear with me.  Evan is determined
to define himself as a
person by walking the path of Jesus Chris.  Many people do that by trying to
live by the Ten
Commandments, by spreading the word of the gospel or by a hundred other
methods.  Evan needs to
walk this path in a manner that each of us is intimately familiar with.  Jesus
Chris was tortured, crucified
and died on the cross for each of us.  His sacrifice is the driving force
behind every true Christian’s will. 
Evan needs to feel what Jesus felt.  He has no delusions about being holier
than anyone else, nor does
he have any desire to have people follow him after today.  Today will define
Evan’s life and he will be
reborn before our eyes.”
Dad: “In a few minutes, Evan will emerge from the barn (pointing) being led up
the dirt path to the front
of our small arena.  Be warned that Evan will be nude.  Once he reaches the
center of the arena, we will
secure him to the upright that is already placed before you.  His loving
brother, Matt, will be assuming
the role of a Roman solider today and will perform all of the whippings.  Roman
history teaches us that
40 whips equated to a sentence of death, so crucifixions were often accompanied
by 39 lashes.  That is
what Evan will receive today.  In real scenes, the soldiers would use Cat o’
Nine tails with crushed bones
attached to the ends of each tail.  The bones would rip the condemned’s flesh,
muscles and even
damage bone.  The damage done during this horrible ritual was permanent.  We
are modifying this
tradition by using a Cat o’ Nine tails with lead balls attached to the ends. 
This should just tear the skin
and flesh, but leave the muscle and bones intact. “
Dad: “After Evan’s back is scourged, he will be attached to the upright and
nails will be placed through
his hands.  We have conducted thorough research in this area and have
identified devout people around
the world who still perform crucifixions to this day and the subjects live to
recreate the scene year after
year.  While we will avoid causing permanent damage, we will still hit nerves
so the pain Evan will
endure will be indescribable and authentic.  We will then lift him and the
upright onto the vertical beam,
completing the cross.  We will place Evan’s feet on slanted blocks leaving his
knees bent.  At no time will
he be able to fully extend his legs.  Then nails will be hammered into his
feet.  Finally, you will notice
what may be the most humiliating part of today’s ceremony – the horn.  The 12”
by 2” wooden phallus
is firmly attached to the upright and will tear and sodemize my son.”
There was dead silence and wide eyes among the crowd.  Dad’s words permeated
every soul in
attendance and resonated with a power that was beyond words.  Mouths went dry;
many stopped
blinking; some might as well have stopped breathing. But no one got up; no one
left.   At least for now,
everyone was in this for the duration.
Dad: “Normally, the condemned would remain on the cross for 3-4 days, but we’re
will limit this event
to 24 hours at most.  Making it the full 24 hours depends entirely on how Evan
responds.  We will both
help and hinder him.  We will help him by keeping IVs run into him with fluids
ready to administer when
needed.  I have no intention of losing my son on the cross today.  However,
Evan’s stay up there will be
challenging.  Matt will also whip Evan’s front side to make up for the
decreased time he will spend on
the cross and the relatively minor impact of the nails.  Finally, towards the
end, we will perform a ritual
many of you may not be aware of.  We will use a metal pipe to break Evan’s
lower legs.  This brutal act
will render him unable to push up and thus will hang solely by his wrists,
amplifying his suffering.  In
historical contexts, the breaking of legs was performed to hasten death.  We
will do this with 1 hour
remaining to complete the realism of the today’s event.”
Dad: “Evan’s goal, and all of ours involved today, is the same – to create a
realistic environment that
closely resembles what Jesus went through for each one of us.  Evan knows what
he’s getting into and
he knows this will change him forever. There is a chance he could die today,
but we have done and will
do everything within our power to keep that risk to a minimum. “
Dad: “Okay, the time has come to bring Evan out.  As we do, I will tell you
about his ordeal so far.” 

Two hours before Evan’s father was at the podium introducing the crowd to
today’s event, the Pastor
and Doc Hendrix removed the padlock from the barn door and proceeded inside to
the interior room. 
After removing the second padlock, they opened the door to be greeted by a
smack of pungent, stale
air.  Both coughed a little at the smell.  As light bathed the confined space,
they saw Evan curled up in a
ball, unconscious.  Doc Hendrix quickly approached and felt for a pulse.  He
quickly felt a cool, wet wrist
with a rapid, weak pulse.  He tried to revive Evan but was successful in
eliciting only a groan from our
tragic hero.  He told the Pastor that Evan needed fluids right away. 
The Pastor nodded his head in agreement and Doc Hendrix proceeded to run a line
into Evan’s left arm
and a second into his right arm.  While only one would be used now, both might
be used later.  He ran a
full bag of Lactated Ringer’s.  Doc continued his assessment and cleaned up his
young patient, who was
dirty and had some feces stuck to himself.  After an hour or so, Evan came
around and was able to hold
a conversation.  He confirmed he knew where he was and why he was there.  Most
importantly, he
affirmed his desire to go through with the crucifixion.  He was weak, which was
appropriate, as it would
add to the realism of what was about to happen.  As the hour approached, Doc
and Pastor helped Evan
to his feet where he walked around the interior of the barn to regain some
muscle movement.
Pastor: “Okay Evan.  The crowd had gathered outside and your father is telling
them what’s going to
happen today.  In a few moments, it will begin and you won’t be able to back
out, even when you
scream and beg, which I’m sure you will do.”
Evan: “Please, no matter how much I beg, don’t give in.  I have to see this
through.  I have to be fully
broken so I can be reborn.”
Pastor smiled at young Evan’s conviction and was proud to see him embark on
this journey of discovery
through suffering.  Doc Hendrix bound Evan’s wrists behind his back and led the
freshly cleaned and
naked Evan to the barn doors while Pastor waited just outside.

Dad motioned over to the Pastor who opened the barn doors and brought Doc
Hendrix and Evan into
view for the first time.  The spectators twisted their heads and focused on the
image in the distance. 
They could see 3 forms, one of whom was obviously naked.  They watched as the
three slowly
approached and listened to Dad’s words.
Dad: “Evan’s ordeal did not begin today.  Rather, it began 3 days ago when he
was placed into a small
locked room within the barn.  There, my son had only water and his thoughts.  I
am also seeing him for
the first time this morning and have no idea how he fared for the last 72
hours.  I see his movements are
slow and I imagine he’s very weak from his isolation.  This portion, like
everything you will see today,
was Evan’s idea.  The 72 hours of confinement allowed Evan to be mentally and
physically weakened,
simulating perhaps what Jesus might have endured through the trial and short
confinement. 
Dad: “Evan has had nothing to eat in 3 days and will receive no food or water
for the next 24 hours.  It’s
already hot this early morning and today’s forecast of 105 and humid will
certainly add to his suffering. 
As I said before and you see, Evan is brought before us nude.  Not only is this
historically accurate, but
it’s also humiliating for Evan to be before you so bare.”

For the first time in 3 days, Evan emerged from the barn, ready to face his
ordeal with a determined
mind.  He was slightly delirious, he guessed from the lack of food for the past
few days.  Thinking back,
he didn’t remember much about his time in the room, especially the last day. 
He knew it was hot; he
knew he was hungry and he sweat a lot.  What Evan didn’t know is that he lost 5
more pounds, mostly
water weight, while in his self-imposed captivity.  He emerged at 115 pounds,
looking almost sickly as
his sunken stomach and visible ribs defined the front side of his young body. 
To others, his hairless body
will define him.  To others still, his naked form will draw their stares.  At
this point, Evan wasn’t aware of
his nudity (save the two needles in his arms), but focused exclusively on
entering a state of mind that
would allow him to endure what he knew was minutes away.
He slowly walked barefoot between the Pastor and Doc towards the arena where he
saw a large crowd
assembled.  He looked down to avoid the uncomfortable stares.  That honestly
wasn’t difficult.  He had
spent so much time mentally preparing himself for today that it was easy to
slip into a mental world
occupied only by his thoughts.  If he had been focused on the crowd, his
teenage friends gathered here
were the most aghast at what they saw.  None of the girls or guys could believe
Evan was actually going
through with this and seeing him naked added an even greater level of
disbelief.

Dad: “Pastor, Doc, thank you for being part of today’s ceremony.  Please lead
Evan to the post.”
As eyes stared at Evan’s thin, bare form, they saw two men leading him to the
cross’s upright where
Matt was already standing in wait.  Evan’s and Matt’s eyes met briefly and just
as quickly separated. 
Matt untied Evan’s bonds behind his back, secured his wrists together on his
front side, raised them high
up the post and nailed the rope into place.  Matt tested the strength of the
nailed rope and it wasn’t
going anywhere.  Evan’s body was stretched out vertically, requiring him to
stand on his toes.  Matt
affixed more rope around the post and Evan’s knees, ankles, waist and neck. 
Matt whispered into
Evan’s ears to struggle against the bonds and Evan complied.  He showed the
audience he was going
nowhere.

Dad: “Evan is now secured in place and will receive 39 lashes at the hands of
his brother Matthew. 
Matthew knows to play his part of Roman Soldier with resolve so prepare
yourself for the brutality of
this act.  Matthew, if you please.”

Doc Hendrix and the Pastor walked away to near where Dad was standing by the
podium, leaving Matt
alone with Evan.  Matt picked up his instrument of torture, ran his fingers
through the tails, jiggled the
lead balls and walked around the arena showing the crowd what would be used. 
Many gasped as they
saw the lead balls on the end, holding their hands over their mouths in shock. 
Matt returned to the post
and lined himself up a couple feet away from Evan’s backside.
Time slowed down for Evan as his thoughts filled with the joy and peace at his
purification and the
special journey that was about to begin.  He pictured Jesus being strung up in
a similar fashion (maybe
not at the cross itself), about to receive his scourging.  This gave him
peace.  But, in a blinding instant,
that peace was interrupted by a white hot pain adorning his back.  At first, he
was so shocked he didn’t
utter a word.  But within mere moments, his lungs unleashed the most
frightening scream anyone
present had ever heard.  It was accompanied by Evan’s thrashing against his
inescapable bonds.  The
crowd gasped at the cruelty and fixated on the blood forming on his 17 year old
pristine backside.  Matt
was taken aback by Evan’s reaction, but held firm and 10 seconds later,
delivered another deadly blow
just to the left of the first on his upper back.  Again, Evan unleashed a blood
curdling scream that could
wake the dead.  Accompanying the scream was a bit of crying and hysterical
grunts.  But no begging to
stop.
Over the next several minutes, Matt tore into Evan’s back, never relenting,
never letting up.  By the 20th
stroke, Evan’s back was a bloody, torn up mess and Matt’s entire arm and some
of his shirt was covered
in his brother’s blood splatter.  The metal balls were doing their job by
tearing into his helpless skin. 
They also bruised Evan’s bones from the sheer force of impact.
By the 30th stroke, Evan was beyond screaming and instead was starting to
blabber his cries.  His body
jerked with each blow and Matt knew his steadfast dedication would result in a
backside that would
never fully heal.
The crowd shuttered with each blow; some women covered their eyes and others
cried in horror and
pity.  Others stood and passionately called for mercy.  Others openly prayed to
Jesus.  No mercy and no
compassion came Evan’s way.  He suffered like no person should have to suffer. 
By the 39th blow, Evan
was barely conscious.  His already weakened state was amplified by the torture
and he had almost
nothing left to give.  He slouched in his bonds and made no effort to hold
himself upright.  Dead weight
hung by his wrists from the upright.  To look closely at his back was to look
upon a mangled scene of
torn skin, mangled flesh and streams of blood.  To die during a real scourging
in ancient times must have
been a blessing. 
Doc Hendrix approached Evan and attended to his injuries.  He removed the bonds
holding him to the
post, but left the wrist restraints in place.  He liberally applied water, then
antiseptic and antibiotic
treatments to his torn backside in hopes of staving off infection.  Once
complete, he performed an
assessment and found Evan again barely conscious.  He left him hanging on the
post and conferred with
Dad privately at the podium.
Doc: “He needs more fluids.  His body is so weak that it just can’t take the
beating a well-built guy could. 
This might have been too brutal for him.  He could die from this alone.”
Dad: “Well, we’re not stopping now, so do what you have to do.”
Doc approached Evan, let him down on the ground and proceeded to run another
bag of fluids into the
previously-established lines.
Dad spoke to the crowd: “As you can see, the scourging is a brutal spectacle,
one which many did not
survive.  Evan is alive but weak.  Doc Hendrix is giving him some fluids to
replenish what he’s lost and to
also provide him with some strength so he can endure the even greater trails
that await him.  As you
might expect, his back will never fully heal and he will carry these scars for
the rest of his life.  If you
know anything about Evan, he will them scars with pride.  He won’t hide behind
them.  So please do not
pity him.  Instead, celebrate his courage and sacrifice.”
Dad continued: “While Evan is recovering, my son and others are preparing for
the main event.  They
have brought the wooden cross beam to the center of the arena where you will
shortly witness the
nailing.  Ladders are also being placed on either side of the upright to life
Evan onto the post.  Finally,
you see that the horn is being affixed to the upright.”
Over the next 30 minutes, the crowd watched Evan slowly recover his strength
and color.  They
whispered among themselves at how brutal the scourging was and how it’s amazing
he survived.  Some
hinted it might be divine intervention that kept him alive.  Others were still
drawn to Evan’s naked body,
which now glistened with sweat as it lay face down on the well-manicured
grass.  But most were
emblazoning the image of Evan’s raw back into their memories.  The doctor
placed no bandages on his
wounds so the torn mass that was once his pristine back was truly a sight to
behold.  The bleeding had
stopped, but the damage was done.  How their Lord survived such an ordeal is a
thought to behold.
When Evan came around, the first thing that entered his mind was the
unbelievable agony he felt on his
back.  No words could describe the fire that burned through his body.  He
didn’t scream or yell, but he
quickly discovered that changing position to find comfort was ill advised.  Any
movement caused an
amplification of his suffering.  Evan scanned the crowd as he lay prone in the
arena and saw hundreds of
eyes fixated on him.  Normally, a boy of his age would be embarrassed that so
many people were staring
at his nakedness, but Evan felt pride that they were witnessing his
transformation.  He gained mental
strength when he saw his friends clutching each other and eventually managed to
sit up.
Almost as if watching an injured football player sit up on the field, the crowd
erupted into applause and
encouragement as Evan rose.  The crowd’s enthusiasm gave him the last bit of
strength he needed to
mostly blank out the agony he felt and deliver an affirmative nod to his father
and the crowd.
Dad speaks to the crowd: “Evan is an amazing young man, isn’t he?  It’s hard to
hold back tears as he
continues to inspire us.  I imagine Jesus Christ had the same strength to
dampen the worrying of those
who witnessed his final hours.  I’m going to change the script somewhat and
before we proceed with
the crucifixion, I will ask Evan to rise and walk around the arena, in front of
the bleachers, so you can see
the remarkable person who is sacrificing so much to gain even more.”
Dad continues: “Evan, can you stand?”
Evan, flanked by the Doc, placed his hands upon the ground and slowly pushed
himself upright.  Doc
held Evan’s arm to steady him and, when Evan was ready, released his arm.  Evan
was shaky, but able to
stand on his own. 
Dad: “Good.  Walk to the first stand, let them see you front and back, and make
your way around the
arena.”
Evan proceeded as instructed and visited the stands where the crowds’ eyes are
as big as ever, eager to
take in the sights in front of them.  Some were too overcome to look at his
back as he turned around,
but most absorbed the horrible visuals, allowing their minds to drift back some
2000 years.  Those
people were awe inspired to be part of such vivid history.  When Evan faced the
crowd, it was hard for
many not to catch a glance or even stare at his nude maleness.  His teenage
friends had a hard time
processing the overwhelming visuals (both front and back) from their friend. 
They collectively remained
in stunned silence at what they were witnessing.
After several minutes, Evan concluded his one-person parade and returned to the
center of the arena
where Matt waited.  Evan looked down at the cross and assembled tools, knowing
what was about to
take place.  After a slow, long inhale, Evan exhaled and nodded to Matt.
The Crucifixion
Dad: “Ladies and gentlemen, the crucifixion is set to begin.  There is no
turning back.  My son will hang
from the cross just as our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ did two millennia
ago.  Matt will once again take
the lead in performing the ritual on his younger brother.  Evan’s bravery is an
inspiration to us all and I
now ask for complete silence so we can each take in the sounds that await us. 
First, of course, must
come the crown of thorns, or more accurately a crown of barbed wire.”
Matt took his cue to begin and retrieved the crown from his mother, who most
expertly and carefully
created it.  The three rings of barbed wire were interwoven with sturdy greens
from the area and it was
a beautiful sight to behold.  As if presenting and setting a crown on a king,
Matt slowly raised the crown
of sharp spiked wire above his brother’s head and gently set it atop his
scalp.  Looking around the
crown, he saw that at least 8 barbs had their pointy edges resting on his
head.  Matt, satisfied with the
placement, pushed the crown into his brother’s head, mashing each point into
the skin causing instant
bleeding from the puncture site.  He managed to get all 8 barbs to seat in
Evan’s head, resulting in 8
trickles of blood down his head and face.  The visual is absolutely stunning
and while not horribly painful
for Evan, made him look perfect for the next act.
Matt motions Evan to lie down, on the grass, on his back.  Matt helped his
groaning brother into place,
as the fresh contact on his back renewed his suffering.  Evan lied
uncomfortably with most of his body
on the ground and his shoulder blade perched atop the 6”x6” wooden beam.  He
slowly stretched out
both of his arms, palms up, across the 7’ wide beam.  Matt had pre-arranged the
rope and began to tie
Evan’s wrists tightly to the beam.  Contrary to a real crucifixion where the
weight would be borne by the
nails, in this crucifixion, the weight would be split between the rope and the
nails.  When completed
with Evan’s left wrist, he proceeded to the right wrist, testing the rope to
his satisfaction.
Matt next gathered the hammer and nails.
Dad addressed the crowd: “As I described earlier, we will nail my son to the
Cross, but not in exactly the
same manner as was performed in Roman times.  Then, a single large nail would
be hammered through
each wrist which would eventually bear the condemned’s entire weight.  The
suffering was beyond
imagination and death was assured.  Through research into cultures that perform
simulated annual
crucifixions to this day, we know that a nail placed through the palm of the
hand is very painful, but not
fatal.  Matt has secured Evan’s wrists so they will bear most of the weight and
not the nails.  Matt will
now deliver the first nail.”
Matt knelt into position, placed the 2” long nail with large, flat head atop
the exact spot that had been
prescribed by research to minimize damage.  He gripped the hammer in his right
hand and snuck at
glance at Evan.  Evan, for his part, stared straight up into the clouds, lost
in a trance of solitude, barely
aware of the agony that awaited him.  Matt looked back at his target, raised
the hammer into the air
and brought it down with blinding speed onto its target.  In an instant, the
nail descended through the
palm of the hand and halfway into the wooden cross.  A guttural scream escaped
Evan’s mouth as he
instinctively tried to recoil his hand.  Matt managed to ignore the scream and
drove home the nail the
rest of the way until the large head lay flush against the palm.
Scores of audience members screamed in terror along with Evan, some out of
sheer fright, some
because they reached a spiritual bliss unmatched in their lives.  Each person’s
reaction was unique, but
the sheer power of the moment was shared by all.  Evan was in true agony as
trickles of blood escaped
the wound sight.  Satisfied with his work, Matt moved to the other hand and
unceremoniously drove the
second nail into its helpless target.  Again, Evan screamed in terror, breaking
out into an even greater
sweat than he was already in.  The pain in his back had somehow disappeared and
his whole world
focused on the unbearable agony of his impaled hands, which he could neither
move nor protect.  No
thoughts of Jesus for him at this moment; only thoughts of suffering.
When Evan was secured to the crossbeam, Matt motioned for several helpers to
come forward.  Two
people lined up on each side of the cross and carefully transported their
victim to the upright.  Dad
described to the crowd what was happening, but people knew and many tuned out
his voice, instead
focusing on the unbelievable sight of young Evan, or was it really Jesus?
The men slowly ascended the ladders and lifted the 150 pound crossbeam and its
115 pound captor
entirely off the ground onto the upright.  Several things happened at once. 
First, Evan stretched out
with nearly all of his body’s weight being held by his lashed wrists and some
by his nailed hands.  This
elicited new screams and new tortures upon his young body.  In his present
position, the horn was
behind Evan so two of the men grabbed hold of his sides and lifted his body
upward and backwards,
positioning him so the horn where it would fulfill its destiny.  They parted
his cheeks to ensure perfect
placement of the tapered horn at the entrance of his virgin hole.  Now, 100% of
Evan’s weight was
resting most uncomfortably on his hole.
The horn was 12” long and 2” wide, tapered at the end to aide in insertion.  At
Evan’s insistence during
planning, the horn was left mostly natural and retained the knots and splinters
of the roughly cut and
shaped phallus of torture.  As with everything else in this event, the horn was
designed to maximize
humiliation and suffering.
As Evan’s hole slowly opened to accommodate its impending violator, the men
secured his feet in place
for their nailing.  The foot wrests were carefully constructed and positioned
to achieve two objectives. 
One foot rest was located on each side of the upright.  To ensure he could not
stand all the way up, the
rests themselves were sloped downwards at a 45 degree angle.  Finally, to
ensure his legs were spread
wide and not bunched together, each downward foot slope was constructed to face
outward, again at a
45 degree angle.  So, Evan’s right foot was uncomfortably facing down and out
to its right, while his left
foot was similarly facing down and out towards the left side of his body.  This
left Evan’s mid-section and
groin on total display for the audience.  The clever design also would greatly
aide in his suffering over
the coming hours.
As two men steadied Evan’s right foot, Matt placed a 2”x2” thin piece of wood
with a pre-drilled hole
over the top of his brother’s foot.  With the struggling sure to come, the
small piece of wood should help
keep the nails in place.  He lined the small hole directly over the place where
the 4” nail would be
driven.  The location was located about 1” between the crease of his big toe
and second toe, chosen to
miss bones.  While pain would be ever-present through the event, permanent
injury should not occur.
Matt looked at his father for approval to begin and receiving a nod, Matt
raised the hammer and
expertly drove the nail completely through the foot and slightly into the
wooden rest.  Evan screamed
anew and struggled in even more desperation to avoid the white hot pain his
body was suffering.  Matt
kept hammering and Evan kept suffering.  While struggling, Evan unwittingly
rubbed his vulnerable back
on the upright, aggravating the previous injuries, renewing his bleeding.  His
full-body suffering reached
levels that no one could endure.  Yet his destruction was far from over.  Matt
turned his focus to the left
foot and repeated the brutal nailing, completing Evan’s crucifixion.  He and
the men backed away and
the crowd got their first unobstructed view of their young hero, covered from
head to toe in white hot
pain.
Only a couple minutes into his crucifixion, Evan struggled and screamed with
all his might.  He quickly
transitioned from holding all his weight by his wrists to attempting to prop
himself up on his feet.  Either
choice resulted in its own brand of agony.  Attempting to stand caused his
hands and feet to shift; Evan
knew he was tearing his precious appendages to shreds.  Every time he
descended, the horn made
further entry into his anus.  The only thing going for Evan was that, this
point, no weight was being held
by his wrists.
The crowd witnessed a truly horrifying and inspiring sight.  Before them hung a
naked boy who endured
near-death tortures and now endured a constant insult that was beyond words. 
Blood ran from his
head, all 4 nail wounds and, within 10 minutes of up and down struggling, blood
finally started to run
down the inside of his thighs and down his freshly-torn back.  As the minutes
past and the constant
screams of agony flowed freely through the arena, Evan sank further and further
onto the horn.  His
hole was not only being torn, but he was being rhythmically violated deeper and
deeper.  Pre-planning
saw Evan and his father take exacting measurements to ensure that if Evan sank
11” onto the horn, all of
his body’s weight would be on his wrists.  Being i 11” deep inside a virgin
hole is not something either
was sure he could endure.  During this slow, systematic anal impaling,
splinters separated from the horn
and embedded themselves inside his inner flesh and knots ensured continual
scraping.
No matter what happened on the cross, Evan would be in a constant state of
horrific pain from multiple
sources.  There was no escaping his destiny now.  He would suffer and maybe
(hopefully?) die on the
cross.  If he managed to survive, he would awaken a unique man.
The Day of Suffering
Evan’s body was a sight to behold.  He hung on the Cross with a bloody crown
atop his head, his arms
spread wide, blood trickling from the nail holes, his ribs stretched and his
stomach sunken from his
body’s position, his legs bent at the knees and spread inescapably wide, his
anus constantly violated by
an unrelenting wooden phallus and his feet bleeding from their impaling.  To
add to his discomfort,
cramps entered his thighs and he struggled to relieve the pain that would not
escape him.  There was
not a dry eye in the place.  Even teenage guys cried at the sight of their
friend suffering and slowly dying
before their eyes.  Everyone knew Evan was doing this for himself, but many
convinced themselves he
was Jesus reborn and was about to die for their sins.
His body was covered in a sheet of sweat, not only from the 100 degree heat by
mid-day, but also
because of his body’s attempted to cool itself from the internal heat being
generated by compensating
for the cruel treatment.  There was no position that offered even the slightest
bit of comfort.  And Evan
tried every position available to him.  No matter what he did, he was assaulted
by blinding pain that
would not let up in the least.  He could concentrate on nothing but nerve
impulses being fed to his brain. 
At one point he peed himself but he was completely unaware of it.  The crowd
notice, of course, and
whispered among themselves at the sad sight.  He cried and moaned constantly as
he shook his head
from side to side, wrapped in a cocoon of unrelenting torture.

At one point, Evan’s mind convinced him to open his eyes where he saw a blur of
white light with no
detail.  He wondered if he was in Heaven, or at least at Heaven’s doorstep. 
Slowly, shadows emerged
and floated in midair.  Long-past relatives he imagined.  Surrounding the
smoke-colored forms were
what appeared to be leaves on trees gently blowing back and forth.  The image
was peaceful and for just
a moment, Evan’s subconscious mind managed to subdue his conscious mind and he
found the first bit
of calm since this ordeal began.  As the moments ticked by, however, the
floating forms morphed into
real people sitting in bleachers and the gentle breeze turned into the haze of
this very hot and humid
day.
As Evan focus matured, he slowly scanned himself.  He was really here.  It was
really happening.  He was
fully crucified, bleeding, tortured and experiencing what he had longed for. 
He saw the condition of his
body and he knew deep down he regretted none of it.  His eyes turned to the
crowd where he met his
eyes with short glances at each person who would hold his view.  He somehow
managed to think of the
pride and gratitude he felt that so many were witnessing his destruction.  This
mental focus lasted
maybe 10 seconds, when his nerve messages resumed as the dominant force in
Evan’s mind.  He was
snapped back to reality, acutely aware of every point of pain that attacked his
vulnerable form.

The crowd was overcome by feelings of remorse and sympathy for the creature
that suffered
unrelenting agonies in front of them.  Only two hours in and many were crying
and begging for him to be
released.  Matt, his parents and sister, sat together in silence, holding each
other’s hands fixated on the
courage they saw before them.  They knew this is everything Evan wanted and
while he was hurting so
much and in such uncontrollable distress, none of them broke form.  Two people
(one middle aged
female and one elderly female) had enough and left, shouting in the direction
of the host family that
they are despicable people for torturing their son to death.  Clearly, these
women had no idea why we
were here.  Everyone else stayed and endured the violent sights and sounds from
the center of the
arena.
As the third hour commenced, one member of the crowd descended the bleachers
and approached the
cross, kneeling down to pray before him.  This act started a trend and over the
next 2 hours, half the
crowd took their turn before the tortured form.  All along, Evan cried,
struggled and finally started to
beg to be let down.  The begging started off muted with cries of “Please help
me” and “I can’t take this
anymore” as person after person lined up before him.  This led to widespread
crying in the crowd as this
helpless naked form begged for mercy.
Dad arose and approached the microphone: “It’s been nearly 5 hours since my son
has been placed
upon the cross.”  The crowd quieted down and listened.  “He has shown
tremendous courage given the
worst suffering a human being can suffer.  But, everyone reaches their breaking
point and it seems Evan
is approaching his.  You must know that we, as a family, talked about this
eventuality at length.  Evan
made us promise and even swear before God, that when he did beg, we would not
relent.  He needed
more than anything to endure beyond what he could endure, to suffer more than
humanly possible, to
experience full destruction.  So, that’s what we’re going to do.  We’re going
to honor his request and
continue with the crucifixion.  In fact, we’re going to proceed with the next
step and Matt will perform
the second half of the scourging.  I know this will be horrible to watch, but
it’s what he wants … it’s what
he needs.  Matt?”
Matt got up, parted ways from his family’s clutches and proceeded to his young
brother’s frail form. 
The view from so close was close to grotesque.  His naked body looked so
abused, so helpless.  Fresh
blood trickled every time he struggled, which has significantly subsided by
now.  He had expended
almost all of his energy.  His anus had been completely torn to shreds and
violated to the full 11”
allowed by his hanging wrists.  If his body would have allowed the 12th inch,
he would have taken it. 
Matt caught sight of Evan’s eyes and saw into a broken and defeated soul.  He
was so vulnerable and
was about to endure yet another horrendous assault on his body. 
He knew he was to deliver 39 strokes of the same whip to his front side.  His
practice reinforced the
necessity to stay away from Evan’s face and he would have to be on guard for
the unexpected times
when Evan would drop his head to his chest in sheer exhaustion or if he passed
out.  Since he was raised
in the air a few feet, it would make Matt’s job easier to whip the chest and
stomach.  Matt examined
every inch of his little brother’s perfect torso.  His chest was so smooth, no
hair ever present in his
young life.  His ribs were clearly visible and he knew they would bruise from
the forthcoming beating. 
His small undefined nipples were flat against his chest.  Moving down, his
stomach was sunken from his
slim weight and his little innie belly button was flush with his skin.  Moving
further down, Matt couldn’t
help but look at his brother’s penis and testicles, resting helplessly amid
widely stretched legs. 
Everything about Evan was so beautiful, so perfect.  He was about to be ruined
forever.
In clear violation of the plan, he spoke to his brother.
Matt: “Evan, I’m so sorry to have to do this, but I’m going to beat your front
side.”
Evan tried to reply but had no voice left.  His screaming and dry throat robbed
him of it.  So, he
whispered instead.  Matt leaned in. “I .. know Matt.  I hurt … so bad .. and I
so.. weak”
A tear formed and slid down Matt’s right cheek.  “I’ll stop this whole thing if
you ask me.”
Evan whispered again: “No .. you can’t.  I have .. to...  please … beat me … as
hard as you .. can”
Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  How could his brother have such
unbelievable courage so
many hours into being hung on the cross?  How in the world was this possible? 
Matt truly began to
believe that the Hand of God was touching his brother today, empowering him
with the will to endure. 
This, in turn, gave Matt the strength to do his part.
Matt: “I love you Evan.  You’re an inspiration to me.  I promise I will hurt
you as bad as I can and you will
inspire us all by your will to be reborn.”
Evan squeaked: “Thank you … brother.”
Matt backed up, grasped the cat o’ nine tails with sewn-in lead balls, gave his
father a nod indicating he
was ready and took position in front of his target.  Evan tried to hold his
head high, his body helplessly
spread wide, unable to do anything to protect or minimize the torture that
awaits him.  He looked upon
a crowd that held its collective breath and hands covering mouths in horrid
anticipation.
The first blow was devastating.  It hit Evan mid-chest and everyone could hear
the sound of metal balls
striking bony ribs.  That sound was terrorizing and the affects were
immediate.  Matt watched before his
eyes as cuts formed, turned red and released blood in slow trickles.  Evan,
despite his almost ruined
voice, managed a blood curdling scream and full body contortion, which
aggravated every existing
injury.  The assault was too much for Evan and he flailed for several seconds,
screaming uncontrollably
along the way.  The crowd collectively gasped at the horror of his reaction. 
Matt stood in stunned
silence as his brother reached a new level of self-destruction.  In the longest
15 seconds of his life, Matt
was paralyzed and unable to move until, at last, Evan calmed down. 
Matt gathered his courage, knew his duty and delivered another strike upon his
defenseless brother,
landing in nearly the same place.  Again, Evan’s reaction was to scream and
buck against his bonds. 
Every 15 seconds or so for the next several minutes, Matt permanently destroyed
the front of his
brother’s body.  Flesh tore open, blood flowed freely, ribs were bruised and
Evan shook uncontrollably
with each strike.  Matt relented.  He was determined to give Evan’s brother
what he needed.  By the 30th
strike, Evan barely responded.  His head lay against his chest and his
breathing was shallow and rapid. 
Matt misinterpreted the signs and figured he should ramp up the torture to get
reactions like he saw
earlier.  Matt stood back and looked over the mess of torn flesh on Evan’s
chest and stomach and then
looked a little further south.  He had an idea how to get the reaction Evan
would want.
For the next blow, Matt carefully aimed and delivered a full force strike right
to Evan’s groin, striking his
oh so sensitive parts dead on in the process.  Evan was out of it and was
totally unaware this assault was
coming.  When it happened, his eyes flew open and he threw up all over himself
and turned as white as
a sheet.  He howled and screamed as he never did before.  He almost managed to
rip his right hand free
of the nail as he thrashed about.
The crowd gasped in collective agony at what they witnessed Matt do and one
lady passed out from the
horror of it.  Matt’s dad ran up to him and ripped the whip from his hand.  Dad
looked at Evan’s crotch
and saw his penis bleeding and angry purple spots start to form on his son’s
testicles.
Dad yelled at his son: “What were you thinking!?!”
Matt calmly replied: “It’s what Evan wants.  He whispered to me before I
started that even in his state
he wanted me to beat him as bad as possible.”
Dad continued to yell: “including castrating him?!?”
Matt: “He will be fine.  He needs to suffer and he is.  Now hand me the whip. 
He has 8 more coming to
him.”
Dad: “Not if you’re going to hit him there again.  No way.”
Matt: “Dad, this is my responsibility.  But I will make you a deal.  Seven more
on his body and the last
one will be on his crotch.”
Dad: “No way.  It’s not happening.”
Matt looked deeply and seriously into his father’s eyes: “Yes, dad, it is.  Now
hand me the whip and let
me do my job.”
Dad met his son’s stare.  He had never seen Matt so focused, so determined. He
thought for several
seconds as Matt offered no further words.  He was serious wasn’t he?  Dad
relented and slowly handed
the whip back to his son and walked to his seat beside his wife and Mary, whom
he had to comfort. 
Mary covered her eyes in fear; she couldn’t see her big brother like this. 
Evan’s mother begged dad to
go back out there and intervene.  He said nothing and let his eldest son
continue.
Matt delivered seven more whippings to Evan’s already ruined body, adding to
the scars he would
forever carry.  Only dad and Matt knew what was coming for the final blow, as
the crowd by now
assumed dad had talked Matt out of any more brutal blows to Evan’s crotch.  But
Matt knew this final
strike would be truly devastating and might ruin his brother’s chance for
reproduction.  But he was
consumed with following through on hurting him as bad as possible.  This was
the only way he knew
how.
Matt lined up again, reared back and delivered the most forceful strike of the
day, landing dead on
target, with all of the leather straps and metal balls finding the soft targets
of Evan’s vulnerable
maleness.  As before Evan reacted immediately and violently.  This time he
managed to push himself all
the way up, almost completely removing the horn from his hole.  What the crowd
saw next horrified
them.  Evan expelled brown liquid from his hole that oozed around the horn
while he simultaneously
threw up with little bile he had left in his stomach.  He completely evacuated
himself while thrashing
about on the cross.  None of the nails came loose but some minor internal
tearing had to have occurred.
He desperately attempted to close his legs in some vane, instinctual attempt to
protect his sex.  His
thrashing was so violent and his screams so horrific that it’s a wonder he
didn’t die from sheer terror. 
It took Evan a couple minutes to slump back down, completely spent.  He had
nothing left in him to give. 
He sagged completely on the horn, hanging by his wrists, feces and blood
covering the entire inside of
his legs as the vile mixture ran down his lower body.  Matt inspected his work
and saw that in addition
to fresh cuts and bleeding in his brother’s penis, his testicles swelled almost
before his eyes.  He even
saw where his right testicle and been torn and was actively bleeding.  He did
his job. 
A couple dozen more people, having witnessed this, could no longer stand to
stay.  They got up and ran
out, taking off in their vehicles, never to return.  Their memories would
forever be scarred.  The doc ran
up to Evan, eager to tend to his wounds.  He cleaned the numerous cuts in
Evan’s chest and stomach,
again applying antiseptics and other concoctions aimed at controlling bleeding
and preventing infection. 
He knew Evan would need stiches when this was done.  He manipulated Evan’s
sexual organs, checking
for permanent injury.  Fortunately, neither of his testicles appeared burst,
but they would be swollen
and in pain for some time.  Evan was passed out and upon checking vitals, Doc
immediately
administered another two bags of fluids.
By this time in the late afternoon, the temperature soared to 103 degrees and
the humidity stifled
breathing.  Evan was struggling to stay alive and Doc told his dad that he was
on the edge of death.  His
body might not survive the current injuries and certainly wouldn’t be able to
endure any more.  Even if
he comes around with the fluids, he won’t have the strength to hold himself. 
That meant he would
perpetually hang exclusively by his wrists and that would start to compromise
his breathing.  Evan
thought he was at Heaven’s doorstep a short time ago; in reality he was
standing at Death’s doorstep.
While Doc was stabilizing Evan, the crowd got its first real break and was
gathered in a nearby part of
the property to eat from a large BBQ meal that specially-selected guests had
been preparing.  The only
people with Evan were his family and Doc.  They were free to talk openly. 
Matt: “I’m not sorry I hurt Evan so bad.  We all know it’s what he’s been
begging for this.”
Mom: “I know son.  It’s just so hard to see him hanging up there, almost dead. 
I mean look at him.  He
looks worse than I ever imagined.”
The whole family looked at their ruined son hanging before them.  He was still
out cold.  On any other
day, the red, sun-burned skinned that also covered Evan’s exposed body would be
an insult in its own
right.  Now, it was dismissed.
Mary cried: “Please, we have to take him down.  He’s going to die.”
Dad: “Evan is strong my dear Mary.  He wants to be taken to the edge and that’s
right where he is ---
hovering on the edge of this world and the next.  Who knows, he might be
peeking into Heaven right
now, seeing the beauty that awaits someone clearly as worthy as him.”
Matt: “He is the strongest person I’ve ever met.  We owe him.”
Doc: “Let’s see if the fluids bring him back to a level where he can continue.”
The family agreed.  They also ate, leaving Evan alone to hang on the cross by
himself.

The Finale
At about 7 p.m., everyone reconvened on the bleachers, leaving about 2 hours
until sunset.  The
temperature hovered in the upper 90s and the humidity remained ever present. 
Many of the younger
guys in the crowd had removed their shirts and the women were fanning
themselves with whatever was
present.  Evan had come around but was barely conscious.  As he gazed the
crowd, his eyes were empty. 
His head movements were erratic and he made no deliberate eye contact with
anyone.  His body was a
horrible mess.  Below his head and above his knees, you could barely tell there
was a young man’s torso. 
It has been ripped to shreds by the second scourging.  Almost no one could
survive 78 devastating
whippings, in addition to the assaults of being starved for days and being
crucified.  But Evan had done
such an amazing such conditioning his body, mind and soul for this experience.
During the break in the action, Doc and the family had a long discussion and
agreed to a modified plan. 
Dad approached the podium once again.  Filming resumed.
Dad: “Evan has been crucified for 10 hours, nearly halfway to his goal of 24
hours.  During these 10
hours, he has been tortured as planned.  While a couple of the specific
tortures were more brutal than
had been planned, it seemed Evan would have welcomed them if it enhanced his
suffering.  As you
know, my son wants nothing more than to have an experience that very closely
approximates what
Jesus Chris endured.  I now believe we have done a good job of giving Evan an
experience that will allow
him to be reborn, just as he wants.”
Dad: “While Evan is alive and with us now, Dr. Hendrix does not believe Evan
will survive the night, even
if we expose him to no further torments.  This is obviously unacceptable so we
have altered the plan.  As
you know, Evan planned for one final torture to be performed on him – breaking
his lower legs.  The
purpose of this activity is to deny the condemned the ability to raise himself
up to relieve pressure from
his wrists.  As you can see, that has already happened.  Evan is hanging from
his writs and he will soon
succumb to the internal pressures in his chest and he will stop breathing.  You
can also see that he is
completely impaled on the horn.”
Dad: “So, rather than extend the processions into the overnight and reconvene
with you tomorrow
morning, we are going to conclude this event now.  Before we let Evan down,
however, we are going to
grant him his last wish and break his legs.  The effects won’t be the same, but
the family agrees that he
will feel the day was incomplete if he does not experience this final insult. 
He will also want to fully
experience the prolonged rehabilitation that will come with learning to walk
again.  It’s all part of his
rebirth.  So, Matt will now proceed and in one hour we will free my son.  After
Matt breaks Evan’s legs, I
will invite each of you to approach my son hanging on the cross, touch his body
and return to your seat.”
Matt approached his brother and even though he looked horrendous, he looked
better than when he
last saw him.  The doc cleaned up the obvious blood and feces that adorned the
exterior of his body and
all of the bleeding ceased.  The most visible and scary part of looking at Evan
were the deep cuts in his
torso, his purple penis and his bloated, bruised testicles, especially the
right one.  He looked at Evan, but
saw vast emptiness in his eyes.  He wasn’t sure Evan knew what was about to
happen, but he told him
anyway.  Evan gave no response.
In his right hand, Matt held a one-inch thick, three-foot long piece of hollow,
cylindrical pipe.  This
sturdy, heavy and unforgiving instrument would certainly do the trick of
fracturing the tibia and fibula. 
In ancient times, this must have been an unbelievably horrible assault on a
body that was already so
close to death. 
Matt started with his brother’s outstretched left leg, taking several practice
swings, aiming at mid leg
each time.  He reared back, took a deep breath and swung with all his might. 
The last thing he wanted
to do was deliver an insufficient blow that he would have to repeat.  The sound
was absolutely
horrifying to the crowd.  It sounded like a car crash as the unforgiving metal
impacted its target with no
consideration for the damage it was about to cause.  The leg cleanly broke in
two and immediately
deformed to the horror and gasps of the thinned crowd.  Evan let out a blood-
curdling scream that had
not been otherwise heard in an hour.  He didn’t buck or thrash much as his body
had nothing left to
give.  Instead, he twitched uncontrollably.
Matt wasted no time watching his brother suffer, walked to the right leg, took
aim and smashed the
bones with the same perfection as the first time.  It was truly the most
grotesque sight of the day seeing
Evan’s two lower legs broken in half and dangling horribly out of proportion. 
His twitching continued
almost as if he was having a seizure.  This was it.  Evan was done.  He was
truly destroyed.
After a minute, Evan entered a deep unconscious state hanging by his wrists. 
His father invited the
crowd to come to the arena, one bleacher section at a time, lining up in single
file.  The line stopped 20’
away and the front person was allowed to approach in isolation.  Each person
touched him, usually in
the lower stomach or hip area.  It seemed everyone tried to avoid a cut, tear,
wound or other bodily
injury.  But such areas were few and far between.  Many looked at his
brutalized genitals, but
surprisingly none touched them, perhaps keenly aware of all the eyes upon
them.  Most glanced at the
fractured and angulated lower legs that hung at grotesque angles. 
Evan’s friends still could not believe what hung before them.  While they spent
most of their young lives
emerged in the Christian faith, they had a hard time comprehending such
consensual violence on
display.  The guys almost threw up when they each saw Evan’s mutilated
genitals.  The girls openly cried
that they probably lost their friend, and witnessed his murder first hand. 
Despite the horrors, everyone had a truly spiritual experience, surpassing each
person’s expectations. 
Over the next 80 minutes, the remaining 200 people filed through and return to
their seats.  Evan never
regained consciousness.
Dad addressed the crowd for the last time: “The Crucifixion of Evan has come to
its conclusion.  We have
subjected Evan to an experience that mirrors in many ways what Jesus Christ
experienced for each of us
gathered here.  We had to make obvious substitutions, but I believe the spirit
of suffering has been
honestly reflected in today’s events.  We have brought Evan to death’s
doorstep, but thanks to planning
and the expert touch of Dr. Hendrix, he will not walk through that door.”
Dad: “This graphic, brutal experience will be seared into all of our minds
forever.  We are fortunate to
have a striking example of manhood before us that allowed us to share in this
magical experience.  I
know I will live a changed life from this day forward and I am confident each
of you will find meaning
and inspiration from what you have witnessed.”
Dad: “Matt, it’s time to remove Evan from the Cross.”
Matt gathered the men and proceeded to carefully let Evan down.  The doc was
close by with a
stretcher and an ATV, ready to transport him inside and to care.  Evan remained
unconscious
throughout his journey freedom, which is probably for the best since all the
attention would have
caused him even more pain.  That’s something he no longer needed.  His
suffering was complete.  Nails
were carefully removed.  In the background, Dad led the group in the Lord’s
Prayer.  The crown was
removed, leaving behind dried blood.  Ropes were removed and Evan’s limp body
was free.  Doc and the
guys moved him to the stretcher as the crowd looked on for any sign of life. 
Once he was placed on the
ATV, Doc saw everyone looking and he gave a thumbs up indicating that Evan was
indeed okay.  At least
he was alive, for now.

The Recovery and Resurrection
That first day in his medically-modified bedroom was touch and go for Evan.  No
one was really sure if
he would pull through.  The doctor and trusted aides set about the task of
physically repairing his broken
body.  No surgery was required, but his body needed hundreds of stitches to
close the dozens of flesh
tears suffered at the hands of Matt’s skilled whippings.  He probably didn’t
need to be sewn up as much
as he was, but the doctor wanted to absolutely minimize the potential for
infection given how much of
his body was exposed to the harsh elements.  When complete, he wrapped Evan’s
torso in bandages
which would be regularly changed.  Of course, he remained on a steady series of
life-sustaining fluids
and antibiotics.
Attention then moved to Evan’s fractured legs.  Fortunately, Matt only hit the
tibia and fibula one time
each, resulting in clean midline fractures.  The doctor set both bones and
applied casts to his legs.  Since
both legs were fractured, rehab time would take several months.
The doctor carefully examined the four holes in Evan’s limbs.  Each of the four
holes grew in size from
their original puncture due to the thrashing Evan did while on the cross. 
Fortunately, Matt placed each
of the nails exactly as prescribed and it doesn’t appear he would lose sensory
or motor function. 
However, definitive diagnosis would come when he awakened and performed range
of motion tests. 
The holes themselves were cleaned and dressed.
The cuts to his head from the crown of barbed wire were superficial requiring
no attention beyond
cleaning.
Evan’s anus was another story.  A careful and thorough and careful examination
led the doctor to
conclude that Evan may never regain normal bowel control.  His anal ring was
torn beyond repair,
muscles were damaged and skin tears were everywhere.  Infection was also a
strong possibility as fresh
fecal material would mix into the bloody interior walls of his hole.  For now,
the doctor installed a fecal
collection bag.
Finally, the doctor turned to Evan’s groin, the unanticipated victims of this
event.  The penis was swollen
and dotted with purple impact marks.  Any bleeding that was there had since
subsided.  The member
itself appeared fine and should recover with no lasting issues.  Evan’s right
testicle, however, was
another story.  It’s a swollen purple mass and appeared to be filling with
fluid.  The left testicle was
swollen as well, but nowhere near as bad.  It also was adorned with bruises,
but it appears it would
recover.  The doctor palpates the right mass, but was unable to fell the
testicle itself given all the fluid
build-up.  It would have to be drained.

While the doctor and aides attend to Evan’s injuries, his family waited in the
house for news of his
recovery.  The doctor emerged at 3 a.m. and gave his update.  Evan was stable
and in a deep sleep but
there’s every reason to believe he would survive.  His primary concerns were
infection, his anus and his
right testicle.  Time would tell on both.  Mom, dad and Mary prayed together
and drifted to bed.
The next day and the day after Evan remained deep asleep.  The doctor and
others tended to his
wounds and saw steady progress in every area except his anus and right
testicle.  By the third day, the
doctor determined the testicle must be removed.  Matt was devastated at the
news.  All he wanted to
do was hurt his brother, not take castrate him.  Before surgery, Matt visited
Evan’s bedside and cried
out apologies and begged for future forgiveness.
Finally, on the fourth day, Evan began to come around, clouded in a daze. 
Attempts at meaningful
conversation are useless, but on the fifth day, Evan at up in bed, ate on his
own and finally had real
conversation with his family. 
Evan: “The wounds still hurt, but it’s a dull pain.  I know it will be over
soon.  I am so grateful to each of
you for making this happen.  I’m sure you were worried about me, but you have
no idea what this has
done for me.  I look upon this room and each of you and see everything through
new eyes.  Everything is
crisper; every word has more meaning; every picture on the wall is a work of
art speaking to me.  It’s
hard to describe what I feel ... I’m just … changed.”
And conversation went on like this for a couple hours.  Mostly the family
listened as Evan attempted to
put into words the spiritual awakening he was experiencing.  But every now and
then someone got in a
word.  They’ve yet to recount the events of the 4 days of isolation and
crucifixion itself.  The family
figured he would bring it up when he was ready.  For now, he experienced a new
world for the first time. 
Everyone spoke except for Matt and Evan noticed.
Evan: “What’s wrong Matt?  You haven’t said anything.  Don’t feel guilty about
what you did.  You did an
amazing job beating me.  It was everything I could have hoped for … and more.”
Matt: “You don’t know everything.”
Evan looked inquisitively: “What do you mean?”
Matt: “I, uh, I don’t know how to say it.  Do you remember when I beat your
front side?”
Evan: “Of course; it was horrible yet purifying.”
Matt: “Do you remember when I hit you low?”
Evan: “… I think so … it’s kind of fuzzy.  Yeah, that’s right.  I remember
now.  Wow, that was intense.  I
wasn’t expecting it.”
Matt: “Yeah, well.  I’m afraid I hit you too hard.”
Evan immediately pulled up his bed sheet and looked down.  He saw his groin
wrapped in bandages so
he couldn’t see what his eyes were looking for.  “What happened?”
Matt started openly crying: “I’m so sorry Evan.  Your right … um … it’s gone.”
Evan had a blank look on his face but quickly composed himself.
Evan: “Matt, look at me.” Matt did, but kept crying.  “I was prepared to
possibly die up there.  I begged
you to beat me in the most horrible way.  I needed to suffer worse than
imaginable in order to allow for
my spiritual awakening.  And it worked.  If a little piece of me is lost, then
so be it.  Is everything else still
there and working?”
His dad chimed in cause Matt could not compose himself: “Yes, the doctor said
the rest of it is fine and
in full working order.  You will be able to have kids.”
Mary, who was listening to this intimate discussion, blushed the whole time.
Evan: “Then no harm done.  Matt, I forgive you.  On second thought … I thank
you.  I have sacrificed a
part of my flesh for my rebirth.  Maybe there’s divine intervention at work
here.  The cost of being
reborn is a part of my own reproduction system.  I can’t imagine a more fitting
sacrifice.  Thank you
Matt.  I love you.”
Matt couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  Not only did he brother not hold
ill will about losing his
testicle, but he was actually thankful for it.  Wow, for yet another time
during this experience, his
younger brother managed to inspire him.  He was truly among greatness and knew
his brother was
destined to inspire the world.  He dropped to his knees, took Evan’s hand
between his own and
embraced him with the love he so richly earned.
The rest of the family was equally moved by this experience and there wasn’t a
dry eye in the room. 
And this is the way it was to be from here forward.  Evan’s first act after
rebirth was forgiveness for a
disfigurement that no one else would grant.  Mom and dad embraced and they knew
their son had been
touched by God and would not only recover from his physical injuries, but would
become someone that
many will flock to.


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