He is healing the sick. He is giving health, and strength, and peace to all who seek him. He turns no one away. Compassion, sympathy, beneficence, the tenderness of a mother for her helpless babe--these are the characteristics which his daily ministry revealed. No one ever brought a charge of evil doing or evil speaking against him. The people who followed him said, "He hath done all things well." Police officers sent to arrest him as a disturber of the peace found him in the midst of the people, speaking words that hushed their tumult, quieted their murmurings and gave them rest; and the officers returning to them who sent them, said, "Never man spake like this man." Pilate's wife dreamed a troubled dream of him, and sent word to her husband not to lay hands on him--seeing that he was a just man. Thrice before heaven and earth--in a testimony that still echoes through infinite spaces, and is heard by listening worlds--Pilate himself proclaimed, "I find no fault in this man." He lifted up his voice against sin and unrighteousness. Against nothing did he so much speak as against religious hypocrisy. Nowhere, in any record, is language so terrible, so penetrating, so hot, so full of the flame of fire and scorching analysis, scorching and burning in its denunciation of those who on the outside (in their religious profession) were like whitened sepulchres, but on the inside (in their actual lives) were full of dead men's bones and corruption--nowhere, outside the twenty-third chapter of Matthew, does language fall with such tremendous vibration of thunderous indignation, and the accent of aroused and fully angered justice. "Ye serpents," "ye generation of vipers," are some of the phrases; and the words, "fools," "blind hypocrites," mingle again and again with the far-sounding, judicial menace, "Woe, woe unto you."