I read about how Pilate’s wife “suffered much because of him in a dream.” And of the crowd picking Barabbas and Pilate washing his hands “of this man’s blood” and the crazed crowd shouting “Crucify.”
But it’s the words they spoke next, words that were so much more true than that bloodthirsty crowd knew, that stab my soul.
I read it and reread it. No capon priest was the Goodly Fere, But a man o’ men was he. I had to look up capon. Let’s just say Jesus Christ was fully God, and fully man. I slammed into this Ezra Pound poem last year while writing my meek book and his portrait of…
But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by mankind and despised by the people.All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads; “He trusts in the Lord; let him deliver him; let him rescue him, for he delights in him!” Psalm 22:6-8 (ESV) Why do you believe in him anyway? God doesn’t do anything on this earth…