Praise be to the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy.
The Lord is my strength and my shield, my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.
My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. –Psalm 28:6-7
Sometimes words come hard. I’m left plunking the keys and hitting that delete button again and again. Trying to find words for that age-old story and how it hits you in a new way. Just like spring rains come after a long winter. We know the rains will come, we know. But when the rain falls fresh…and that smell, it’s new again.
I am reminded of how big our God is.
Jesus answered, “You are right in saying I am King. In fact, for this reason I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me.”
“What is truth?” Pilate asked. With this he went out again to the Jews and said, “I find no basis for a charge against him. But it is your custom for me to release to you one prisoner at the time of the Passover. Do you want me to release ‘the king of the Jews’?”
They shouted back, “No, not him! Give us Barabbas!” –John 18:37-40
Barabbas : from Aramaic, barabba : meaning Son of Abba.
In those final hours, Jesus took the place of Barabbas whose name means simply, Son of Abba. Sons and daughters of Abba, don’t you think?