A day of darkness.
A criminal is free.
An innocent man is dead.
Pilate has washed his hands.

Jesus is dead.
The tomb is sealed.

The temple leaders,
drunk on a deadly cocktail
of political and religious power.
Coaxed the crowd.

They rallied the mob.
Until…

“Barabbas!” they yelled.
Their words shock us.
At least we wanted their words to.
Again, “Barabbas!”, comes the cry.

We want to be different.
To not follow the crowd.

“Crucify him!”
Their words echo through the air.
“Crucify him!”
We’re paralyzed.

Fear.
This feeling is fear.

What will they do if we don’t go along?
Do we really want to find out?
The crowd takes a collective breath.
We know what’s coming…

We chose a criminal.
An innocent man is dead.

We chose a criminal
Over the Way
Over the Truth
Over the Life.