Pilate stood and shouted over the fray, Which of the two do you all want me to pardon and set free to you? Bar Abbas? Pilate bit out his name with a look of contempt, or Jesus who is called Christ? The comparison was obvious: Did they still want to free a villainous murderer, or would they take the nobler option of freeing this gentle holy man who had been falsely accused? Continue reading Gospel of John: Bar Abbas
Though John did not write about the interlude in Herod’s court, I am convinced he would have been there. Of course, the story could also have come from Joanna and her husband, Herod’s steward Chuza . . . Continue reading Gospel of John: Herod’s Court
Before diving into the events of Jesus’s trials, it makes sense to review the adjudicators, timeline, and setting, Continue reading Gospel of John: Pretrial
The final meeting between Edom and Israel happened when the many greats grandson of Esau, King Herod had before him the many greats grandson of Jacob, Jesus Christ. Continue reading Minor Prophets: Obadiah, Edom’s Pride
Festus must have felt a huge wave of relief, knowing Agrippa and Berenice could give him the full story, tightly knit as they were with Felix and Drusilla. It made all the sense in the world for him to wait just a few days for their arrival, then have them help him adjudicate what was to be done with Paul. Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapters 24-25, Family Drama
Plenty of times you and I can feel imprisoned by our circumstances … there are all kinds of ways to find ourselves bound in chains, as Peter was, having to fall asleep between hostile guards. Continue reading Acts Wednesday: Chapter 12, Herod, James, and Peter
This world is not our final home. When terrible things happen, as happened to these shocked and grieving families so long ago, it is good to remember this fallen, broken world, riddled with evil, is not our final home. We were created for eternity, and tragedy can never change that. Continue reading Peril of Christ
among all these pilgrims, the Magi’s opulent and exoticly laden camels, their turbans and jewels, their royal purple robes, their leopard skins and strange accents, would have parted the crowds and drawn gasps of awe. Continue reading Proclamation of Christ
He was born in the hamlet of Bethlehem, an inconsequential dot on the map, but it was the birthplace of Kings, the very root and stump of Jesse, and from it now sprang this young shoot, the ruler who would sit on the throne of Judah forever. Continue reading Prophecy of Christ
