John 19.4-5 cont.
4 And Pilate went outside again and said to them: “Look, I bring Him out to you so that you might know that I find no guilt in Him.”
5 Then Jesus came outside, wearing the thorny crown and the purple cloak, and (Pilate) said to them: “Look, The man.”
Pilot had asked Jesus if He were a king, and Jesus had replied: “Are you saying this from yourself, or have others told you about Me?” – chapter 18.34. A little later Jesus said: “You say that I am a king” – verse 37.
Pilot re-presented Jesus to the Jews. Jesus would have looked in a very poor state. Most people would have died as a result of the flogging, yet Jesus was still able to walk. He would have looked physically beaten; His hair matted with the blood from the thorny crown; His back ripped roar to the bone as a result of the flogging. He was not the picture of a reigning monarch.
When Pilot said: “Look, The man” there was an attempt to pour scorn on any thought of Jesus being a king. It was if he were saying that here is the man, not the king. He was denigrating and belittling Jesus. He was saying to the Jews: “This Jesus is not king, He is only an ordinary man. What are you getting so upset about?”
It may also be said that Pilot could have been making a last minute appeal to the Jews by telling the Jews to look at ‘The man’. He had bravely endured the flogging and the questioning. He stood before Pilot in peace and calmness, displaying His regal character. He had uttered no words of sedition, nor had He incited rebellion against Rome. Perhaps he thought that the Jews might observe the physical state of Jesus and His royal stature, which might lead them to have pity on one of their own.
It is good for us to have our minds directed to Jesus, The Man, to look upon His suffering, the suffering He went through for you and me.
Jesus is The Man. He is the second Adam, come to show us what it is to be truly Man, whilst also being truly God.
In his hymn: ‘My song is love unknown’ Samuel Crossman (1164) wrote:
They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord made away; a murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay. Yet steadfast he to suffering goes, that he his foes from thence might free.
Here might I stay and sing, no story so divine: never was love, dear King, never was grief like thine. This is my friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend.