Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold, I bring Him forth to you, that ye may know that I find no fault in Him.
Then came Jesus forth, wearing the crown of thorns, and the purple robe. And Pilate saith unto them, Behold the Man!
Pilate had caved to the will of the people. He’d had Jesus scourged, a horrible and often fatal punishment. The soldiers jammed a crown of thorns into His head; they threw a purple robe over Him, punched and slapped Him, and mockingly bowed to Him saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”
Hoping it would be enough to satisfy the crowd, Pilate had Jesus brought once again before the people. Jesus was clearly suffering. How He even was able to stand there is a testament to His strength. Jesus was not a weak, pathetic sissy, trembling before His persecutors. He was a manly Man!
For the second time, Pilate declared that he found no fault in Jesus. His hope was that the people would relent, and count it enough that He had been quite literally beaten to a pulp. Isaiah 52:14 tells us that He was not even recognizable: “His visage was so marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.”
We often see paintings of Jesus after the scourging or on the cross, but I’ve never seen one in which He was so mutilated that He was not recognizable–not that I want to! My point is that we can hardly imagine what they did to Him before He was nailed to the cross.
We need to consider His suffering, because He took it in our behalf. He knew that He was the only acceptable substitute offering Whose shed blood would not only cover, but cleanse our sin. He was wholly God, and wholly man. There never had been, never would be, anyone else Who could do what He did. Christianity is the only faith that offers us a Savior, leaving our own efforts out of the equation of salvation.