In church today, during sacrament meeting, one of the speakers made a comment that he heard once from a Baptist Preacher: “Jesus had to be treated like Barabbas for Barabbas to be treated like Jesus.” I thought that was an intriguing thought, and I turned it into this poem.
The man who wasn’t crucified
Imagine yourself as Barabbas.
Facing certain death
For your mistakes and crimes:
Murder, sedition, and insurrection.
Suddenly, guards bring you out in chains.
The crowd is angry, but not at you —
At a strange, quiet man,
Who doesn’t look like a criminal.
Pilate asks who the crowd will free,
And somehow, they call your name.
In disbelief, but also relief, you walk away,
Chains unlocked, now a free man.
Maybe you later go watch the man on the cross,
Dying instead of you.
Or later hear stories of how he lived
And did miracles for the poor.
Maybe you later change your life
When given this second chance,
And try to live as that man, Jesus, no longer could,
To make up for his unjust death.
One thing I know, that fateful day,
When the innocent man died,
Barabbas was not the only man
Whose life was saved by Jesus’ death.