What must he have thought, this Roman governor, as the highest of priests brought the man before him?

The son of a disgraced woman, a carpenter, a dirty, homeless rabbi that these priests claim deserves to die.

What must he have thought at this man who sat in silence while they gave him a death sentence?

A clearly innocent man, willing to die a death he didn’t deserve.

Why wouldn’t he offer a defence? Why wouldn’t he try to find any way out of the suffering he knew was coming? Who is this man?

He couldn’t have fully known of this man’s struggle. Of his prayer - His weeping before God that if there was any other way to make things right...but that God’s will be done.

He wasn’t there when the man explained to his followers what was to come.

Couldn’t have seen the sheer magnitude of compassion he had for the sick, the hurting, the broken, the oppressed, the misunderstood, the silently suffering, mothers, widows, orphans.

Didn’t want anything to do with the execution the people sought.

All he saw was an innocent man before a crowd of condemnation.

“Who are you? Are you the son of God?”

“You said it yourself”