Estelle and Robert: To Know Him

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Chapter 50 (v.1) - A Marriage, A Sentence

Submitted: July 30, 2019

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It was early. Too early for a marriage. Too early for a proper trial.

It was early when they led Jesus from Caiaphas unto the hall of judgment. The Jews wouldn't go into the judgment hall. If they did, by the law they would be defiled and wouldn't be able to eat the Passover, so Pilate came out unto them.

"What are you accusing this Man of?" Annoyance hung heavily in the air.

It was early.

"If He weren't a malefactor, we wouldn't have brought Him to you." What did he think they were, petty?

When Judas saw that Jesus was condemned to death, he was sorry. He felt bad and hung his head walking back with the thirty pieces of silver jingling in his pocket to the chief priests and elders, "I've sinned. I've betrayed He who is innocent."

"That's not our problem."

Judas cast down the money in the temple, walking out to the place where he hung himself

Judas cast down the money in the temple, walking out to the place where he hung himself.

"What a shame," Jagur muttered, picking up the pieces. "We can't put these in the treasury, it's blood money." Cold chills ran through him. But not enough to speak on Jesus' behalf. So they took the money and bought a piece of land to bury strangers in, "The Field of Blood."

"Are you the King of the Jews?" Pilate squinted at the battered Man before him. In truth, he didn't want to deal with the Jews affairs.

"Thou sayest." Save these two words, Jesus said nothing as He was accused. Pilate himself marveled at His calm silence.

Now at the feast of Passover, Pilate always released back to the populace one prisoner. Acquitted. Forgiven. It was the people's choice. And it happened that they had a murderer, Barabbas. Knowing that no one in their right mind would pick a murderer over a petty cause as envy, Pilate could barely hide the chuckle, "Who do you want? Jesus? or Barabbas?" He waited, patiently, winking at his wife who hurried to his side. "What is it, honey?"

"Don't take any part of this Just man's trial! I've had nightmares because of this!"

Pilate frowned, reaching his hand to squeeze hers. Little comfort.

As they communed, the chief priests and elders had managed to persuade the multitude that they should demand Barabbas, and destroy Jesus.

"Well?" Pilate prodded.

His wife shook his hand from hers, retreating.

"Barabbas!"

Pilate was shell-shocked, "Well, what will I do with Jesus?"

"Let Him be crucified!"

The shouts were so loud they drowned out the merriment of the wedding

The shouts were so loud they drowned out the merriment of the wedding. Joel leaping to his feet, sensing something was wrong at the shadow of a man running towards them, full speed.

"Samuel, you came!" Estelle gushed, smoothing the gown she'd sewn herself, just for the occasion, "I didn't think-"

Samuel's eyes were full of tears.

"You don't have to cry, at least you're-"

"Oh Estelle," he murmured, yanking her close to him, if only for a split second she reveled in, not realizing the problem.

Mavy gaped, yanking at Joel's hand. "Say something, that's my baby!"

Joel frowned, "Samuel-"

 


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