Pilate knew the priests were up to something. They were envious of Jesus’ following and feared his influence on their own well-being. They’d proven themselves to be ugly, crooked and disgusting.
Still he investigated the accusations and interrogated their prisoner as he would any other, but after thorough attempts, he could find no fault.
“Free that man,” his wife insisted. “My dreams have been haunted since he’s been here.”
So the governor came up with a plan. The Passover custom was to offer a prisoner back to the people in a show of mercy. Even though Barabbas was a revolutionary, he was violent, even murderous. Surely they’d take this mild-mannered rabbi over someone like that.
But the priests had planned too. They stirred up the people, cheering for “their man” Barabbas—anticipating his leadership in impending revolt against Rome.
When Pilate stepped out, he offered the men to the people.
Who do you want?
Frustrated he pushed them further. “What should I do with this man, then? What harm has he done?”
Pilate threw up his hands in surrender. If they wanted to crucify this man, he’d have nothing to do with it. He wanted no responsibility.
HIS BLOOD IS ON US AND OUR CHILDREN!