A meditation for Good Friday He wasn’t at the table. He didn’t kneel for the washing. He didn’t hear the words, “This is my body, broken for you.” While Jesus served the bread and passed the cup, Barabbas was still in chains. By dawn, everything had changed. He stood blinking in sunlight, the iron loosened from his wrists, his sentence lifted—no explanation. And Jesus, silent, stood in his place. No upper room. No garden agony. No lashes, no trial for Barabbas. Just freedom. Freedom he didn’t ask for, purchased by a man he’d never met. And then, the hammer. The cries. The cross. Barabbas wasn’t there to carry it, but…
"Dispatches to the Front" -- a collection of theological meditations by Thomas A. Robinson, J.D., M.Div.