Bethany Bullet - November 21, 2012
What if Pilate left a memoir? To date none has been found but if one ever
is…might it sound like this?
Life is good, for me. I live in a fortress-palace. I am well protected and for good reason. I am in charge – of Judea. While I’m not a king, I know them: the
Ptolemys, the Herodians, and the Caesars. No one in my world is more…well-known
than the King, no one that is more – well protected, conversely no one more
vilified and vulnerable than the king, that’s why I am employed.
My job is simple, keep the local populace
compliant, controlled, and calm. Of course one of our methods to accomplish
this was to retain the local leadership including the regional king in place.
They possess no real power and have no ability to act contrary to our
interests; but they are not impotent.
I had real power but the local leaders of
Judea held one trump card (that time I met a King unlike any other) and they
played it.
When men stand before me they are terrified.
He
stood straight. They say anything they believe I want to hear, anything
they think will help their cause. He took control of the conversation and
questioned me. The first words
out of His mouth were “Is that your
own idea?” Yet, it wasn’t with contempt. I know when someone is
trying to belittle me, to lash out before they are lashed. That was not His aim;
He was interested in me and my thoughts.
When those charged stand before me, they
deny the charges, they protest, and detest. Not Him. With calm
demeanor and clear comprehension He concurred and at the same time upped the
ante, “I am a King, yet my Kingdom is not of this
world.”
Some King…no army, no warriors, no one
under His authority who could help Him in His time of need? Before I could say the words He continued, “If my Kingdom was like yours, my servants would fight to
prevent this, but my Kingdom is from another place.”
I am in charge of Judea, or so I
thought. This convict; this man, who
stood before me He was in control of this exchange, He knew and I had become
aware of it. He was a King who seemed to
intentionally become vulnerable. Vulnerable He was, vulnerable but not liable
so I sought to set Him free. That would require punishment, whether intentional
or accidental, He was the cause of commotion and chaos and that was not
tolerable!
I had Him flogged, no mean punishment. My
men ridiculed, taunted, and tormented, “Hail king of the Jews.” No royal would
withstand such without response but no reprisal came. No begging or pleading,
cursing or threatening.
It was enough; it ought to have been done.
But it was not. The chief priests were not appeased and when I attempted to
determine from whence their venom arose they said something I was not expecting
to hear, “We have a law. (I almost heard nothing else – they have a law, HA! I
AM THE LAW there is NO LAW of theirs that is greater than that which I
represent. Roman is the only LAW. I AM
IN CHARGE of Judea or so I thought.) That is when my ears perked up and I heard
what followed…and by that law He must die for He has claimed to be the Son of
God.”
When men stand before me they are terrified,
but truth be told as He stood before me, beaten, robe and crowned thorns I was
afraid; afraid of Him and for Him? Yes, maybe some of both. He was in control
of Himself and I had lost control. Practically yelling I asked, “Where do you
come from? You think you can ignore me?
Don’t you realize I have the power to free you or crucify you?” I am Pilate…I
AM IN CHARGE of Judea…or so I thought. I was wrong. He took charge, “You would have no power over me if it were not given you
from above. Therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater
sin.”
I was in charge . . . or was I?
If so, why not let Him go? That is my call.
I’d appease them but I had no desire to please them; He would be released. I AM
in CHARGE! That is when they played their trump card, “If you let this man go,
you are no friend of Caesar. Anyone who claims to be a king opposes Caesar.”
they replied. I am not a king. I am not the king. So which king would I
befriend; the King who stood before me or the king who had assigned me this
command?
He was a King, He was in charge, and there
condemned to a cross; He was still in command. Vulnerability was His choice. I
could tell as I handed Him over, He was going willingly, intentionally, He not
me had been in charge all along.
-Pastor Kevin Kritzer