Things that stir my heart at 1:57 am while grinding on a month's work of school work.
I wonder how they could yell Barabbas instead of Jesus. I wonder how they sang Hosanna and days later, Crucify him. I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned.
But — I am Barabbas, sinner set free. I yell Crucify him as I sing praises with ease. I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory. And yet, so Christ still died for me. Still he died, where I should be, a perfect love on that tree.
“I can’t emphasize enough the importance of solo adventures. Everything from eating lunch by yourself to strolling in the park alone all help to shape your sense of independence. If you’re never by yourself how will you ever know yourself.”