Standout Verses - John 19:5, 14
Behold the man … behold your King.
He would be nailed to a cross, this man – this king. For me.
Why would I behold? It’s less fluffy than the sanitised winterfest manger. It doesn’t seem as glorious as the transfiguration mount. The emotional resonance here is discomforting.
Yet it is here we are told to behold this man – this king; my God.
In this, Pilate speaks with wisdom and no one listened. Today I listen.
Here I behold this man – this king; my God.
O cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
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