The contemplation of these kinds of queries...i.e. those posed in the OP... especially as logical deductions are extrapolated out from such a simple and singular example... and when scriptures are utilised such as Acts 2:23; and are superimposed in an overarching principle, exemplifying Gods transcendent sovereignty.
Help to illustrate that the exhaustive determinism, fatalism if you will, of the Fathers decrees sequentially unfolding... and being actualized (BEING - I AM)... is the personification of real dynamic vitality... and never static, or uninspiring, or uncreative... as those who despise robotics will claim.
Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God, ye have taken, and by wicked hands have crucified and slain:..[Acts 2:23]
The reciting [below] by Ravi Zacharias of a fictitious conversation between Pontius Pilate and Gaius will illustrate the intended point.
http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OM8E8v5R6DA#t=32
It suddenly closed in on me Gaius, the impact of how trapped I was. The proud arm of Rome with all its boast of justice was to be but a dirty dagger in the pudgy hands of the priest. I was waiting in the room, Gaius, the one I use for court, officially enthroned with cloak and guard when they let this Jesus in. Well Gaius, dont smile at this, as you value your jaw, but I have had no peace since the day he walked into my judgment hall. Its been years but these scenes I read from the back of my eyelids every night.
You have seen Caesar havent you? When he was young and strapping inspecting the legion. His arrogant manner was child like compared to that of the Nazarene. He didnt have to strut, you see. He walked toward my throne; arms bound but with a strident mastery and control that by its very audacity silenced the room for an instant and left me trembling with an insane desire to stand up and salute.
The clerk began reading the absurd list of charges. The priestly delegation punctuating these with palm rubbings and beard strokings and the eye rollings and the pious gutturals I had long-since learned to ignore. But I more felt it, Gaius, than heard it. I questioned him mechanically. He answered very little but what he said and the way he said it, it was as if his level gaze had pulled my naked soul right up into his eyes and was probing it there. It seemed like the man wasnt even listening to the charges brought against him as a voice deep within me seemed to say `You are the one on trial, Pilate. You would have sworn, Gaius, that he had just come in out of a friendly interest to see what was going to happen to me. The very pressure of his standing there had grown unbearable when a slave rushed in all a tremble, interrupting court to bring a message from Claudia. She had stabbed at the stylus in that childish way that she does when she is distraught. Dont judge this amazing man, Pilate, she wrote. I was haunted in dreams of him this night.
Gaius, I tried to free him. From that moment on I tried and I always will think he knew it. He was a Galilean so I delivered him out of my jurisdiction, but the native King Herod discovered he was born in Judea and sent him right back to me. I appealed to the crowd that had gathered in the streets, hoping that they were his sympathizers, but Caiaphas had stationed agitators to whip up the beast that cry for blood and you know how any citizen here just after breakfast loves to cry for the blood of another. I had him beaten, Gaius, a thorough barracks room beating. Im still not sure why. To appease the crowd, I guess. But do we Romans really need reasons for beating? Isnt that the code for anything we dont understand? Well, it didnt work, Gaius. The crowd roared like some slavering beast when I brought him back.
If only you could have watched him. They had thrown some rags of purple over his pulped and bleeding shoulders. They jammed a chaplet of thorns down on his forehead and it fit, it all fit! He stood there watching them from my balcony; lame from weakness by now but royal I tell you. Not just pain but pity shining from his eyes and I kept thinking somehow this is monstrous; this is all up-side-down. That purple is real, that crown is real, and somehow these animal noises the crowd is shrieking should be shouts of praise.
Then Caiaphas played his master stroke on me. He announced there in public that this Jesus claimed a crown and that this was treason to Caesar. And then the guards began to glance at each other and that mob of spineless filth began to shout, hail Caesar, hail Caesar. I knew I was beaten and thats when I gave the order. I couldnt look at him, Gaius. And then I did a childish thing. I called for water and there on the balcony I washed my hands of that whole wretched affair, but as they led him away I did look up and he turned and looked at me. No smile, no pity, he just glanced at my hands and I have felt the weight of his eyes upon them ever since.
But youre yawning, Gaius, Ive kept you up. And the fact of the matter is you are in need of some sleep and some holidays. Yes, sleep. Claudia will be asleep by now. Rows of lighted lamps line her couch. She cant sleep in the dark anymore. No, not since that afternoon you see, since the afternoon when the sun went out and my guards executed him. Thats what I said, I dont know how or what or whyI only know that I was there and though it was the middle of the day it turned as black as the tunnels of hell in that miserable city and while I tried to compose Claudia and explain how I had been trapped she railed at me with her dream. She has had that dream ever since when she sleeps in the darkor some form of itthat there was to be a new Caesar and that I had killed him.
Oh, Gaius we have been to Egypt to their seers and magicians. We have listened by the hour to the oracles in the musty temples of Greece chattering their inanities. We have called it an oriental curse that we are under and we have tried to break it a thousand ways, but there is no breaking it.
Do you know why I kept going, Gaius? Deep within the curse is the haunting, driving certainty that he is still somewhere near, that I still have some unfinished business with him, and that now and then as I walk by the lake he is following me and as much as that strikes terror I wonder if that isnt the only hope. You see, Gaius, if I could walk up to him this time and salute him and tell him that now I know that whoever else he was he was the only man worthy of his name in Judea that day. Tell him that I know I was entrappedthat I trapped myself. Tell him that here is one Roman that wishes he were Caesar. I believe that would do it wouldnt it Gaius? I believe he would listen and know I meant it and at last I would see him smile.
Quiet tonight isnt it Gaius? Not a breeze stirring by the lake. Yes, goodnight. You had better run along. Would you please waken the slave outside the door and tell him to bring me a cloak, my heavy one please. I believe I will walk by the lake. Yes, its dark there, Gaius but I wont be alone. I guess I really havent been alonenot since that day. Yes goodnight, Gaius.
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