I just have to say, I love my family! I love to hear my sweet, little wunkle, Emily, singing her worship songs throughout the day. I crave to see my son Daniel's eyes twinkle as he laughs and giggles over his jokes. I live to feel my son, Nicholas, put his arms around me and give me hugs... and then lift me up almost over his head...! I adore to laugh with my oldest son, Silas, as he sees things the same way I do, and we both end up crying from laughing so hard. I so look forward to hearing the keys in the door, and running to give Monty a hug when he comes home from work. 
I guess I never really thought about it before - the fact that Jesus took Barabbas’ place on the cross. Not in this way, anyway. In church on Sunday, our pastor spoke a little about this. It made me think about it as if it were I in Barabbas’ place.
Imagine Barabbas sitting in his jail cell, hearing what was going on outside. He hears his name, and Jesus’ name. He hears that, according to custom, someone will be set free. He also assumes it will be Jesus. He knows what he did and that he deserves to die. He hears them yelling, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” and knows they are asking for his own blood.
Then the guard comes into his cell, and he figures his time is up. He is going to be crucified. But instead, the guard tells him he is free to go. Jesus is dying in his place.
Can you imagine his shock? Can you imagine his relief? Can you imagine his feeling of thankfulness mixed with confusion? Well, that Barabbas is me. Jesus died in my place, when I should be the one to die! I GET TO LIVE!
I am incredibly thankful and dumbfounded! What an amazing God!
