Was I there? You surely don’t need to ask me that question, do you? You know very well that I was there. Every week of the year, millions of Christians all over the world speak my name every time they confess their faith. They say in the Creed that Jesus Christ, God’s only son, their Lord, suffered under Pontius Pilate. Yes, I am Pontius Pilate, the man who had the authority of Rome, and the armed might of a trained army, but the man who capitulated to an unruly mob in what some claim was the greatest miscarriage of justice the world has ever seen.

Yes, I sent Jesus Christ to his death on the Cross, even though I knew that he was innocent of any crime deserving such inhumane treatment. Does that make me the worst scoundrel who ever lived? I don’t think so. In fact, I refuse to be the only…