Voices of the Passion and Easter - Herod


I have imagined the reactions and thought processes of those people involved in the Good Friday and Easter narrative.

I hope that it will assist you to meditate on these events with fresh thoughts.

I often thought as Galilee as my own little domain. I know that the Romans actually ruled the nation but, as their regent for the region, I had this feeling that they were out of sight and out of mind.

It did really rile me that Pilate, the procurator in the south, thought that he outranked me just because he was a Roman! What did he know about the people that my father had subjugated into submission?

I was most pleased when I was in Jerusalem for the Passover (after all, I had to keep up appearances) and Pilate sent over Jesus of Nazareth to me. He had really got up the noses of the high priests and their cronies, so that they had contrived to get Him arrested with the intention of executing Him.

The reason why Pilate had sent Him over to me was that this Jesus came from Galilee (my kingdom) as the procurator had not found any substantial proof to support the charges against the prisoner. However, the chief priests and their crowd wanted the matter to continue.

I was really pleased that the baton had been passed to me as I had heard about this wonder worker who had raised several people up from the dead and had cured many people from their sicknesses. This was a golden opportunity after so long to come face to face with this so-called Promised One.

I’d admit that I was a bit disappointed at first glance because I had anticipated seeing a mysterious glow around Him. Instead, there was a sense of ordinariness mixed with some bruising that He had received during the time of His imprisonment.

I requested, even to point of almost begging, that He perform some miracle so that I would be wowed over. But he remained completely unmoved, even when I offered him inducements.

I decided another tack by plying Him with numerous questions, which included tricky theological ones (supplied by the teachers of the law in my court). All I got back from Him was…silence.

There is only so much that I could do and only such much time I could spend, as I tired quickly of this Man who would not satisfy my wants or do what I wanted Him to do.

After we had humiliated Jesus a bit, I sent Him back to Pilate who now my best friend, allied together by this shared experience of not getting what we want from this Man Jesus.

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