I chose an idealized younger self-portrait as my Pontius Pilate. I sit in authority that took me a lifetime to attain. I sit on my regal campaign chair. In fear, I sentence innocence to death for my own convenience. In vain, I wash my hands and defer to others. I need look no farther than my own hands to find blame.

He spurned and was avoided by men, a man of suffering, knowing pain, like one from whom you turn your face, spurned, and we held him in no esteem. Yet it was our pain that he bore, our sufferings he endured. Isaiah 53: 3-4.

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