BEHOLD
THE MAN!
John
19:1-5
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Then Pilate therefore took Jesus, and scourged him.
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And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his head, and they
put on him a purple robe,
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And said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their hands.
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Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold, I bring him forth
to you, that ye may know that I find no fault in him.
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Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the purple robe. And
Pilate saith unto them, Behold the man!
What
do you see when you see it? As strange as that question might be, it begs to be
answered. Pilate could hardly understand why the Jewish leaders were so
insistent on killing Jesus. He said: “Why? What evil hath he done?” Truth be
told, Pilate didn’t understand much about the Jews or their land. It was a dry
and inhospitable place full of strange people.
Behold
the Man!
Pilate must have thought: “See what I have done. I am more powerful than your
king. I have proven him to be weak and ineffective. I have made him and you to
be a joke. I have given him a crown of pain and a robe of mockery. I have bound
his hands that he can’t act. I have humbled him. I have done what I was sent
here to do; to quell riots and to keep peace by an iron hand.”
Behold
the Man!
See what you have done. Why
torture him further? Hasn’t he suffered enough? He is at the point of death.
Send him on his way. He will not trouble you anymore. Why demand his life? Have
you no sympathy or natural pity?
Behold
the Man!
Does he not reveal something evil in all of us? Is he not a mirror reflecting
our violence and our hatred? Is this why he must be killed? He must be taken
away because we can’t run away. He condemns us just by standing here.
Behold
the Man!
Ye who look for a savior look to Jesus. He suffers all this for you. He was
slapped in the face before Annas the priest, spat upon and beaten before
Caiaphas, scourged before Pilate and mocked by the soldiers. Finally, He was
crucified by us all.
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
That were a present far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Dear
Jesus! It is hard to look upon your suffering. My heart melts inside me when I
think that each blow has come from my sinful hand. Thank you, Lord, for the
cleansing blood. AMEN
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