The men were gambling

Casting lots for a peice of cloth

Jesus was above them, gasping his last breaths, groaning in agony. His blood ran down the wooden cross.

And the men cared only about what they could get.

Are you still gambling?

Unconcerned about eternity?

Only about you can have right now?

Look up and into the bloodied face of the man who gave his all so you could live. Leave the cloak behind.

Quit gambling with eternity.