Several years ago, I found myself frustrated by the story of Barabbas, the murderer who is given the freedom Jesus deserved. Certainly, I knew the cross is the path Jesus had to take to provide salvation, but the clear and total injustice of that moment left me stunned.

This year, reading through the Gospels, I found myself stunned again. How could so many people miss the fact that Jesus was the Messiah, and even those who did get it—Peter, for instance—blew it big time…

It’s at the height of my frustration that God brought the stinging blow to my pride: “You are each and every one of these apart from me.”

I’ve been Pilate— the man who believes he’s free from guilt. Confident in my own self-righteousness.

I’ve been the crowd—the people whose works put Jesus on the cross. In rebellion to what is clearly just and good, I enjoyed my own path, and it’s for my sin that he died on that tree.

I’ve been Judas and Peter—the men who walked closely with Jesus for so many years, yet in moments of great pressure and temptation, I falter in my faithfulness.

But praise God…

I am Barabbas—the man who deserves the highest punishment of all, but by the purposeful and gracious sacrifice of Jesus, I’m a man he came to save.

Just like everyone of the people in this story, we deserve condemnation. But the glorious truth of Easter is that Jesus came to take that condemnation on the cross, that we might live by the same power that raised him from the dead.

Yes, it’s offensive to recognize in ourselves the people who put Jesus on the cross. But it’s acceptance of that offense that leads us to enjoy the life Jesus came to give.

God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already.
-John 3:17-18