I couldn't help but think of this when I was speaking to a Trading Standards Officer last week. He told me of an elderly lady who had been fleeced by some rogue traders who had charged her several thousand pounds for replacing supposedly damaged rafters in her roof. All they had done was made alot of banging noise in the loft whilst merely nailing one needless piece of wood to the old rafters. However they had been caught and punished. And the story of how they were caught was fascinating.
After the crime had been discovered, the official had been able to trace the retailer who had sold the nails in the loft. And more than that, he had been able to trace when the nails had been supplied to the retailer and when they had been sold. But even more amazingly he had been able to track down the CCTV footage of the actual sale of the 'guilty' nails. The criminals had been convicted by their nails!
And so each of us played our part in the death of Jesus. It shold move us to worship. In the words of the worship song
I'll never know how much it costWe are all convicted by the nails in our pocket.
to see my see upon that cross