I almost didn’t make it to church.  Our whole family stayed up until after midnight, and this aging lady should know better. There was a moment early in the morning, where I considered skipping out on my own Sunday School Class. I’m the leader, that would have been bad.

I’m glad I made it.

We are studying Seven Celebrations for the Soul (Kathy Troccoli) – and the lesson was on Refill and Refuel. Primary we focused on the things we substitute for Jesus – fillers really.  While talking about that, we pondered Barabbas and how things must of have seemed from his point of view. Sitting there in the prison, within ear shot of the angry mob. “Give us Barabbas!” they cried. 

What was the next thing he heard?

“Crucify him!” , “Crucify him!”

Did he have any idea – he was about to be set free? Do I?

Do you?

Barabbus probably thought they were calling him out for a death sentance, instead of freedom. I would have. 

I still can.

^{John 8:36 “}So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”

It isn’t a death sentance – it’s an invitation to live.