'I'll never forget that day. I much prefer to remember the week when Jesus came to my town. Everyone was talking about him. He performed miracles and said things that really challenged our thinking. As he came through our city gates, everyone cheered, "Hail Jesus, King of the Jews!"
But days later, he'd been arrested. I couldn't find out why. They were asking us to choose between Jesus and a thug named Barabbas. You'd think everyone would shout to release Jesus, right? But one person shouted, "Free Barabbas!", then another, and soon the whole crowd was shouting it. Even I shouted, "Barabbas, free Barabbas"! I don't why I did it; I'm not the sort to go along with the crowd. Why didn't I stop and think for myself? The next time I saw Jesus, I hardly recognised him. His face was swollen and bruised - they'd beaten him up really badly. He had blood running down his head from where they'd forced in a crown of thorns. They laughed like it was a joke, but it didn't look funny to me. A soldier asked some guy to help carry Jesus' cross - I suppose that's one good thing that happened that day, but the only good thing.
When they nailed Jesus to the cross, he said, "Father, forgive them, for they don't know what they are doing." While he was there, dying, he was thinking of us, asking God to forgive us...to forgive me.'
So what now? Thank Jesus that he died and forgave you, so you can be set free forever.
