I Am Pontius Pilate – No Part in Innocent Blood
On that crisp morning, the sun barely rising over the horizon, a messenger from the emperor arrived at my doorstep. His face was flushed with excitement, and his eyes sparkled as he handed me a scroll. I took it from him eagerly, my heart the parchment. As I read the words inscribed within, joy surged through me, multiplying tenfold with each passing moment. I could hardly believe it—I had been appointed Governor of Judea! My mind raced, filled with thoughts of responsibility, power, and the challenges that awaited me. I turned to the messenger, still brimming with excitement, and pressed a gleaming gold coin into his palm. "Well worth it," I muttered to myself, watching as he bowed and left. But as the initial euphoria began to fade, the weight of my new role settled heavily upon my shoulders. Judea was no ordinary province; it was a land steeped in tension, with zealots determined to break free from Roman rule. It would be no easy task to govern such a restless and ...