Wednesday, March 27, 2024
BEHOLD THE MAN!
John 19:1-5
19 Then Pilate therefore took Jesus, and
scourged him.
2 And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns,
and put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe,
3 And said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they
smote him with their hands.
4 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.
5 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! 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 with 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.
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.
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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