But Pilate answered, “You take him…”
The Jewish leaders insisted, “…he claimed to be the Son of God.”
When Pilate heard this, he was even more afraid”…why won’t you speak to me?
“Don’t you realize I have power either to free you or to crucify you?”
Jesus answered, “You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above.
From then on, Pilate tried to set Jesus free…
On this day I image Pilate would have liked to have been somewhere or someone else. His power and position were nice perks to the job…until they weren’t.
It started as just a regular day of meting out Roman justice. The outcomes could be hard but they never touched him. Not personally. He was following rules…and Roman rules were fair. He might have a twinge of conscience on occasion but it was generally a “thumbs up thumbs down” sort of thing. It was a job – a well-paying job, but just a job – that was all.
He knew these Jews, the leaders who sucked up to him. He knew they too had comfy positions with perks they were not interested in losing. He let them have their little kingdoms – they were no threat to him. In fact, he saw this as delegating a little power to keep the Roman peace. They were fools he used.
Today they came shoving their complaint before them, looking to him for his keen judgement. He would do his due diligence. They would take his answer – be grateful – and go home.
Then the table turned upside down. The flogging didn’t satisfy. Pronouncing innocence didn’t cut it. He claims to be God, they said. What if he is? I’ve got to stop this!
I never expected my heart to ache for Pilate. His world went out of control. He tried but he couldn’t stop it.
In God’s plan, Jesus had to die. And he willingly suffered that death for each one of us, whom He loved and still loves beyond measure. And by God’s infinite grace, we were not allowed to interfere.