I've mentioned before that I like to listen to the Rosary on long car rides.
One of the versions I have on CD recites a few passages of scripture at each Mystery, and I have found it really helps me think about, and reflect on, each decade.
The other day, as I was listening to the Sorrowful mysteries, the passage about Pilate offering to release Jesus or Barabbas came on.
Lots of visuals pop in my head every time I hear that passage. But the other day I imagined I was in that crowd. I could hear the loud, violent shouts for Barabbas. I could feel the anger and the chaos. I could see the sorrow on the face of our Lord.
And I wondered ...
I wondered what I would have done, had I known the full Story that those folks didn't.
I asked myself ... If I was standing there, knowing that Jesus' death meant my Salvation ... wouldn't I have rooted for Pilate to release Barabbas, too?
I know. It sounds horrible. And selfish. And I felt ashamed I even thought of it.
And then, in the pool of my embarrassment, I felt His great, unselfish, unwavering Love.