W is for The "W" in the Sky

I bet you thought I'd talk (yet again) about Whooping Cranes for the letter "W" in this round of Blogging Through the Alphabet. I was planning to!! But I decided to share another of my poems instead.

The “W” in the Sky

How small and insignificant I feel;
I really don’t know why I’m here,
Nor why I should be;
No one really seems to care.

But, oh, my friend, that’s not true.
Look up in the stars--
What do you see?

Why, Lord, so many stars--
But I don’t understand…
Oh, now I see!
It’s...it’s a “W”--
But what does it mean?

Wendy, you are important in My sight,
Don’t you see?
I died for you on Calvary--
It was for you that I died.
Your sins are washed away,
And there’s a home for you in heaven
If you will only accept.

Oh, yes, Jesus--I accept!
But, Master, why me?
I was cruel enough to kill You,
My sins are washed away, yes,
But what can I do in return
For all You’ve done for me?

My child, listen…
All you must do is accept My gift,
Share it with others,
Live your life right--I’ll help!
You have many talents--
I know, I gave them to you…
Take, for instance, the one you’re using now--
Poetry, it’s another of My gifts.
If you’ll use it right,
You could win souls, maybe.
Look, I give you words to describe
Some of the majestic splendor I show you.

Yes, my Lord, I thank You.
But sometimes the words just don’t come--
Then others they just build up
Until I feel as if I’ll explode.
I also thank You for the privilege
Than I can talk to You.
Please help me to continue growing in You.
Thank You, also, for all my wonderful friends.
I know You do love me--
And I’ll always think of the “W” in the sky!

WendyKAR
October 14, 1979

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R is for "Reflections" {100 Themes}

I'm sharing another poem this week, written in the fall of my junior year of high school.

Reflections

A tiny little pond, so very plain it is, 
Reflects a glorious sunset, and all its colors;
The fluffy orange clouds, changing to gray, 
Set against a pale blue sky
Made doubly splendid by the pond.

A wet, mopped floor of a patient’s room
Reflects the scene thru the window;
Tall, Autumn-clad trees reaching up
To a clear, cloud-studded blue sky
Seen more plainly in both floor and sky.

A happy, smiling face of sunshine
Reflects the love of the Master;
Just a lowly human, so very unworthy,
But having received pardon and peace
Made plain to all who come in contact with Him.

WendyKAR
October 9, 1979

This is shared as part of the Blogging Through the Alphabet, as well as the 100 Themes.

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Q is for Quiet Place

If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you may have discovered that I occasionally share a poem I've written. I wrote most of my poems during my high school years. I wrote my first poem when I was only ten years old. Frankly, I haven't written many since my kids were born (my oldest is now 24).

A majority of my poems were written while I was in a quiet place, in nature. Some of them even described the quiet place in which I was partaking of the sights and sounds of nature.

I Met With Him

I come to this place of quietude,
A special spot in the woods
With the sun shining through the leaves--
Just to unravel tangled thoughts.

I look up to the clear blue sky
To the fluffy, sailing clouds,
And know down in my lonely heart
That God is near, and hears me.

All around me are the hushed woods,
With joyful songs of the birds
And squirrels rummaging through the leaves;
All are quite cautious of me.

I am filled with awe and wonder
And love for my Creator;
He brought me to this lovely place
And speaks in the quietness.

I come, alone, to talk to Him.
Take my life and use it, Lord;
I give it over, all to You.
Thank You for speaking to me.

by Wendy KAR
August 20, 1981

Now let me introduce you to one of my favorite songs: 

A Quiet Place.

There is a quiet place,

Far from the rapid pace

Where God can soothe my troubled mind.

Sheltered by tree and flow’r,

There in my quiet hour

With Him my cares are left behind.

Whether a garden small,

Or on a mountain tall,

New strength and courage there I find;

Then from this quiet place

I go prepared to face a new day

With love for all mankind.

Do you have a special quiet place to which you like to go, so you can have time alone with God?

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A Moment in Time {100 Themes} with link up

Welcome back to our "100 Themes." Thank you for stopping by.

In the summer of 1990, I had the privilege of visiting Alaska with my parents. We went up there on a mission trip. We held two Vacation Bible Schools, and a Bible camp.

We flew in to Anchorage, and were met by our pilot from the mission in Kotzebue. We first flew to Selawik, where we stayed at the mission at which we held the first Vacation Bible School. During that week, we also were flown to Shungnak to attend a funeral. Then we spent a week in Kotzubue, where held the second Vacation Bible School. After that, we spent about a week in Nome, we had Bible Camp.

We also had some time site seeing in Nome, Fairbanks, and Anchorage, which included a trip to Portage Glacier. While we were driving from Fairbanks to Anchorage, we took a day out for Denali National Park. That was breathtaking!

I flew in to Anchorage on June 10, and flew out July 5. As my dad says, we were there for 25 days, and 3 nights, because the sun never set while we were above the Arctic Circle.

    Arctic Peace
  I lie here in bed
listening to the sounds
of a new Arctic day.
  Actually, it seems
yesterday's extension,
for the sun does not set.
  Nearby a dog team
begins its morning choir;
I recall my childhood.
  A bird is singing
a sweet little solo,
praise to our Creator.
  Occasionally
four-wheelers buzz along,
like giant bumble bees.
  In summer, they are
the villagers' transport;
there are few vehicles.
  Sombody goes by
with radio blaring,
ripping morning stillness.
  But in the quiet
God softly speaks to me
and I commune with Him.
  My love for the North,
and God's children found here,
grows quietly stronger.
  "Give me a burden;
show me how to serve You,
I pray, Father, today."

                Wendy KAR
                 June 25, 1990

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Stirring of the Wind {100 Themes} with link up

Welcome to another week of "100 Themes." Thank you for stopping by.

When I was a girl, in early elementary school, I began writing poems. True, while I was very young, they were quite simple little poems. My skills matured as I did. I was most prolific in my poetry writing during my high school years in to young adulthood. After my children began arriving. my poetry writing basically came to a halt. I haven't written any in...well, probably a couple decades now.

Throughout these "100 Themes" I will share my poems on occasion. Maybe I'll even become inspired to write a few new ones!

My Stronghold

The wind blew fierce,
driving the snow
Into hard-packed drifts.
It whistled and moaned
Around the building’s corners.

The weeds bent low
under the force.
The trees whipped and creaked,
skeletons against the
Grey, bleak sky.

There in the sky
hung a bird,
Skillfully riding the currents.
So free, was he,
From the turbulence around him.

All about me
beat the winds of strife,
Threat’ning to overcome me.
I cry for help
To my mighty Stronghold.

He holds me safely
in His strong hand,
And gently carries me through.
Listen my dear friend—
For He’ll do the same for you.

by Wendy KAR
written December 8, 1982

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I missed an important date...

I've been so busy with the blog hop this week, I missed an important date. Tuesday was our "blogiversary." Ten years, none the less! It all started out with one short post.

Pretty amazing, isn't it? I think so.

My blogging abilities have grown, as has my blog itself. I hope over the next ten years, it will grow even more. I hope you'll continue joining me on this journey.

Well, I don't share very many of my poems on the blog (although I guess I'd like to share more...), but I'll share one today. It's not necessarily "anniversary" related. It's just one I'd like to share at this time.

         1 John 3:1,2

What manner of love it is,

The love the Father has

       lavished upon us.

We are now called the sons of God.

Not yet does it appear what

        we shall be.

This we do know, though:

We will be like Him when

         He comes for us.

Then we'll see Him as He is,

And be changed into His

         glorious image,

Until that approaching day

All we can do here is

         work, watch and pray.

My dear friend, won't you right now

Accept this gift of love

         He gives you now?

                       by Wendy KAR,

                             written September 7, 1982

I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Thank you to my faithful followers and readers.

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Wordless Wednesday, July 1 {with link up}

This little poem was part of Little Bit's reading lessons. When I saw the worm in our yard, it made me think of the poem. Poor little Ooey Gooey! (And who knows, maybe this worm became some bird's breakfast.)

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All For Me

“Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me;…
yet not My will, but Yours be done.”
Earnestly, He prayed in anguish, agonizing with God;
great drops of sweat fell from His brow, like blood.
Alone He petitioned His Father, while His followers slept,
yet He prayed not for His will to be done, but His Father’s.
The soldiers came, led by one of His disciples,
who betrayed his Lord with a kiss.
He did not resist, but meekly went with the mob,
to the mockery of His trial.
They took Him to Pilate, but he found no fault;
he sent Him to Herod, who sent Him back.
He was flogged, given a cruel crown of thorns,
and a purple robe--the King of the Jews was He.
Pilate washed his hands, signifying he was innocent;
the people cried, “His blood be upon us, and our children.”
Upon His shoulders they placed the heavy cross,
but He couldn’t stand beneath the load, and fell.
Finally they reached Golgotha--The Skull,
and drove spikes into His hands and feet:
the hands which had touched and healed, and blessed;
the feet which had walked many miles, doing good.
Into the air they raised Him upon the cross;
now He was suspended between earth and heaven,
between His Father and the people for whom He died.
Still, He prayed, “Father, forgive them.”
His heart still reached out to others, not Himself;
He remembered His mother; He promised the criminal life.
He died for all mankind, for a world of sinners.
Clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled throughout the air,
lightning streaked the sky; nature showed her protest.
God withdrew His loving arms--He had to do it.
The whole universe watched in horrified amazement,
the angels had to veil their faces, they couldn’t bear it.
Alone and separated from His Father He hung,
with the weight of the world’s sins upon Him.
They crushed the life out of Him, and the dreadful
pain of being separated from God killed Him.
The waiting throng mocked Him, and cried,
“If You are the Son of God, why don’t You save Yourself?”
He could have called a multitude of angels,
one would have been sufficient, to free Him;
but He chose to die, instead, in man’s place.
At last He could bear it no longer;
He cried, “It is finished!”, then bowed His head and died.
The universe stood back in amazement.
God had really allowed Satan to kill His Son!
He was taken from the cross and laid to rest
in a new garden tomb over Sabbath.
But Sunday, death’s chains were broken;
Christ rose the victorious King; the sacrifice was sufficient.
All heaven rang out in triumph and praise,
redemption had taken place; salvation was complete.
Oh, amazing fact that while He was in the tomb,
His wounds started to heal--for Christ’s blood can never die.
But He bares the scars of love for eternity.
They are constant reminders of the price He’s paid.
If only one man had sinned, still He would have died.
Infinite love; amazing thought!
My sins were born by my Creator, my Brother;
He became my sins: impatience, anger, selfishness…
He took them on that I might live.
But what is more, He promised to return to take me HOME.
He paid the price, all for me…all for me.

Wendy
written April 25, 1981

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I will contend with him...

"Every man is free to choose what power he will have to rule over him. None have fallen so low, none are so vile, but that they can find deliverance in Christ...No cry from a soul in need, though it fail of utterance in words, will be unheeded. Those who will consent to enter into covenant relation with the God of heaven are not left to the power of Satan or to the infirmity of their own nature. They are invited by the Saviour, 'Let him take hold of My strength, that he may make peace with Me; and he shall make peace with Me.' Isaiah 27:5. The spirits of darkness will battle for the soul once under their dominion, but angels of God will contend for that soul with prevailing power. The Lord says, 'Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered? ... Thus saith the Lord, Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be delivered: for I will contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will save thy children.' Isaiah 49:24, 25." ~The Desire of Ages, by E.G. White.

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L is for Lilium

L is for Lilium

Lilium is a genus of herbaceous flowering plants growing from bulbs, all with large prominent flowers. These are the true lilies. There are many other plants which have "lily" in their common name but are not related to true lilies.

The flowers are large, often fragrant, and come in a range of colours including whites, yellows, oranges, pinks, reds and purples. Markings include spots and brush strokes. The plants are late spring- or summer-flowering. (Wikipedia)

Many species are widely grown in the garden in temperate and sub-tropical regions. They may also be grown as potted plants. Numerous ornamental hybrids have been developed. They can be used in herbaceous borders, woodland and shrub plantings, and as patio plants.

Lilies are tall perennials, which range in height from 2-6 feet. They are usually planted as bulbs in the dormant season. They prefer being planted on the south-facing side, in sun or partial shade.

The North American Lily Society is a good source for more information.

The lily is, of course, mentioned in the Bible.

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. Song of Solomon 2:1

If you are interested, here are a few poems about lilies.

Peace Lilies
The Lily
The Lily and the Bee

Can you think of other flowers or plants which begin with "L"?

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Scriptures on the Crucifixion {Scripture and a Snapshot}

And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots. Luke 23:33,34.

They gave him vinegar to drink mingled with gall: and when he had tasted thereof, he would not drink. Matthew 27:34.

Now from the sixth hour there was darkness over all the land unto the ninth hour. And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Matthew 27:45, 46.

And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost. Luke 23:46.

And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent; And the graves were opened; and many bodies of the saints which slept arose, And came out of the graves after his resurrection, and went into the holy city, and appeared unto many. Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God. Matthew 27:51-54.

When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus' disciple: He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered. And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed. Matthew 27:57-60.

And that day was the preparation, and the Sabbath drew on. And the women also, which came with him from Galilee, followed after, and beheld the sepulchre, and how his body was laid. And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the Sabbath day according to the commandment. Luke 23:54-56.

Now the next day, that followed the day of the preparation, the chief priests and Pharisees came together unto Pilate, Saying, Sir, we remember that that deceiver said, while he was yet alive, After three days I will rise again. Command therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest his disciples come by night, and steal him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead: so the last error shall be worse than the first. Pilate said unto them, Ye have a watch: go your way, make it as sure as ye can. So they went, and made the sepulchre sure, sealing the stone, and setting a watch. Matthew 27:62-66.

Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. Luke 24:1

In the end of the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. Matthew 28:1-6.


About 3 decades ago, I wrote a poem about the Crucifixion. May it be a blessing to you as well.

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I is for Infinite Love {Blogging Through the Alphabet}

I is for Infinite Love

For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.~John 3:16, KJV.

The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God. And we really are His children. The reason the people in the world do not know us is that they have not known Him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and we have not yet been shown what we will be in the future. But we know that when Christ comes again, we will be like Him, because we will see Him as He really is. Christ is pure, and all who have this hope in Christ keep themselves pure like Christ.~1 John 3:1-3, NCV.

What Wondrous Love

I’m just a tiny speck, Lord,
In Your eternal universe;
You have an infinite space,
And yet You care for me.

You’ve given me a fantastic brain,
One to retain—forever;
This brain which records for me
Every sight, sound, taste and smell.

You know my every thought—
Even the number of my hairs;
Why, You even knew me
Before I was ever born!

I’m just a hopeless sinner,
Never doing a right thing;
I’m only a lowly human,
With a very carnal nature.

Yet, Lord, You came to this earth
To die a cruel death for me
On a rugged cross on Calvary
For all the sins of mankind.

What wondrous love is this,
Love to die for a fallen world;
How can we ever say thanks
For such a wondrous sacrifice?

(copyright) Wendy Ross
written April 28, 1980


(Yes, notice that poem was written over 30 years ago!)

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All For Me

“Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me;…
yet not My will, but Yours be done.”
Earnestly, He prayed in anguish, agonizing with God;
great drops of sweat fell from His brow, like blood.
Alone He petitioned His Father, while His followers slept,
yet He prayed not for His will to be done, but His Father’s.
The soldiers came, led by one of His disciples,
who betrayed his Lord with a kiss.
He did not resist, but meekly went with the mob,
to the mockery of His trial.
They took Him to Pilate, but he found no fault;
he sent Him to Herod, who sent Him back.
He was flogged, given a cruel crown of thorns,
and a purple robe--the King of the Jews was He.
Pilate washed his hands, signifying he was innocent;
the people cried, “His blood be upon us, and our children.”
Upon His shoulders they placed the heavy cross,
but He couldn’t stand beneath the load, and fell.
Finally they reached Golgotha--The Skull,
and drove spikes into His hands and feet:
the hands which had touched and healed, and blessed;
the feet which had walked many miles, doing good.
Into the air they raised Him upon the cross;
now He was suspended between earth and heaven,
between His Father and the people for whom He died.
Still, He prayed, “Father, forgive them.”
His heart still reached out to others, not Himself;
He remembered His mother; He promised the criminal life.
He died for all mankind, for a world of sinners.
Clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled throughout the air,
lightning streaked the sky; nature showed her protest.
God withdrew His loving arms--He had to do it.
The whole universe watched in horrified amazement,
the angels had to veil their faces, they couldn’t bear it.
Alone and separated from His Father He hung,
with the weight of the world’s sins upon Him.
They crushed the life out of Him, and the dreadful
pain of being separated from God killed Him.
The waiting throng mocked Him, and cried,
“If You are the Son of God, why don’t You save Yourself?”
He could have called a multitude of angels,
one would have been sufficient, to free Him;
but He chose to die, instead, in man’s place.
At last He could bear it no longer;
He cried, “It is finished!”, then bowed His head and died.
The universe stood back in amazement.
God had really allowed Satan to kill His Son!
He was taken from the cross and laid to rest
in a new garden tomb over Sabbath.
But Sunday, death’s chains were broken;
Christ rose the victorious King; the sacrifice was sufficient.
All heaven rang out in triumph and praise,
redemption had taken place; salvation was complete.
Oh, amazing fact that while He was in the tomb,
His wounds started to heal--for Christ’s blood can never die.
But He bares the scars of love for eternity.
They are constant reminders of the price He’s paid.
If only one man had sinned, still He would have died.
Infinite love; amazing thought!
My sins were born by my Creator, my Brother;
He became my sins: impatience, anger, selfishness…
He took them on that I might live.
But what is more, He promised to return to take me HOME.
He paid the price, all for me…all for me.

Wendy
written April 25, 1981

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Blogging Through the Alphabet: F

F is for Flowers!


I enjoy photography. I'll admit, I may not be the best photographer; still, I really enjoy photographing (and am longing for a better digital camera!). One of my favorite subjects to photograph are flowers! If you've visited my blog long enough, or are friends with me on Facebook, you'll know this is true! ;-)

Spring Flowers

Flowers, like some people, 

Give pleasure just by being; 

Growing over fields now

Are noticed just by seeing.

Spring enflowers pastures

With cheerful little flowers

Covered by the dew and

Are thriving after showers.

written by Wendy, April 9, 1979

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Matthew 28

 ¹ Now after the Sabbath, as the first day of the week began to dawn, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to see the tomb. ² And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it. ³ His countenance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. ⁴ And the guards shook for fear of him, and became like dead men.
⁵ But the angel answered and said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. ⁶ He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. ⁷ And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead, and indeed He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you.”   
⁸ So they went out quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to bring His disciples word.  
⁹ And as they went to tell His disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, “Rejoice!” So they came and held Him by the feet and worshiped Him. ¹⁰ Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell My brethren to go to Galilee, and there they will see Me.”  
¹¹ Now while they were going, behold, some of the guard came into the city and reported to the chief priests all the things that had happened. ¹² When they had assembled with the elders and consulted together, they gave a large sum of money to the soldiers, ¹³ saying, “Tell them, ‘His disciples came at night and stole Him away while we slept.’ ¹⁴ And if this comes to the governor’s ears, we will appease him and make you secure.” ¹⁵ So they took the money and did as they were instructed; and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day.  
¹⁶ Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, to the mountain which Jesus had appointed for them. ¹⁷ When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted.   
¹⁸ And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. ¹⁹ Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, ²⁰ teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Amen.   (Matthew 28, New King James Version) Pin It Now!

Matthew 27

 ¹ When morning came, all the chief priests and elders of the people plotted against Jesus to put Him to death. ² And when they had bound Him, they led Him away and delivered Him to Pontius Pilate the governor.  
³ Then Judas, His betrayer, seeing that He had been condemned, was remorseful and brought back the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, ⁴ saying, “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.”   
And they said, “What is that to us? You see to it!”   
⁵ Then he threw down the pieces of silver in the temple and departed, and went and hanged himself.   
⁶ But the chief priests took the silver pieces and said, “It is not lawful to put them into the treasury, because they are the price of blood.” ⁷ And they consulted together and bought with them the potter’s field, to bury strangers in. ⁸ Therefore that field has been called the Field of Blood to this day.   
⁹ Then was fulfilled what was spoken by Jeremiah the prophet, saying, “And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the value of Him who was priced, whom they of the children of Israel priced, ¹⁰ and gave them for the potter’s field, as the LORD directed me.”  
¹¹ Now Jesus stood before the governor. And the governor asked Him, saying, “Are You the King of the Jews?”   
Jesus said to him, “It is as you say.” ¹² And while He was being accused by the chief priests and elders, He answered nothing.   
¹³ Then Pilate said to Him, “Do You not hear how many things they testify against You?” ¹⁴ But He answered him not one word, so that the governor marveled greatly.  
¹⁵ Now at the feast the governor was accustomed to releasing to the multitude one prisoner whom they wished. ¹⁶ And at that time they had a notorious prisoner called Barabbas. ¹⁷ Therefore, when they had gathered together, Pilate said to them, “Whom do you want me to release to you? Barabbas, or Jesus who is called Christ?” ¹⁸ For he knew that they had handed Him over because of envy.   
¹⁹ While he was sitting on the judgment seat, his wife sent to him, saying, “Have nothing to do with that just Man, for I have suffered many things today in a dream because of Him.”   
²⁰ But the chief priests and elders persuaded the multitudes that they should ask for Barabbas and destroy Jesus. ²¹ The governor answered and said to them, “Which of the two do you want me to release to you?”   
They said, “Barabbas!”   
²² Pilate said to them, “What then shall I do with Jesus who is called Christ?”   
They all said to him, “Let Him be crucified!”   
²³ Then the governor said, “Why, what evil has He done?”   
But they cried out all the more, saying, “Let Him be crucified!”   
²⁴ When Pilate saw that he could not prevail at all, but rather that a tumult was rising, he took water and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, “I am innocent of the blood of this just Person. You see to it.”   
²⁵ And all the people answered and said, “His blood be on us and on our children.”   
²⁶ Then he released Barabbas to them; and when he had scourged Jesus, he delivered Him to be crucified.  
²⁷ Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the Praetorium and gathered the whole garrison around Him. ²⁸ And they stripped Him and put a scarlet robe on Him. ²⁹ When they had twisted a crown of thorns, they put it on His head, and a reed in His right hand. And they bowed the knee before Him and mocked Him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” ³⁰ Then they spat on Him, and took the reed and struck Him on the head. (Matthew 27, New King James Version) Pin It Now!