I Appeal To Caesar!

“Control yourself!” he whispers.

“I do have a plan,” he speaks aloud to himself, “a possible plan, one that has persistently and powerfully come to my mind. There is, of course, considerable risk . . . yet, no other plan seems feasible!”

This plan could possibly solve both of his vexing

problems!

Stopping at the window, the troubled priest looks out over his city, now tucked in bed for the night. The darkness and twinkling stars seem to bring calming reassurance, easing the tension considerably. His hands, tightly-held behind his back, loosen a bit, as positive thoughts take control: “Yes,” he says, “things will work out!” He seats himself again, contemplating what his city will be like when all the Jesus people are removed —and he is in full control of Jerusalem!

“Ah . . . that will be peace at last,” he smiles —like a

fox that has just caught a field mouse. * * * * *

This decision he now entertains is his idea, and he can bring it to pass! Smiling, he thinks how Annas will be impressed! Caiaphas recalls how he led the troubled Sanhedrin and an angry Pontius Pilate, the Roman Procurator, in the crucifixion of the imposter Jesus.