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TITLE: Built For Barabbas | Previous Challenge Entry
By Justin Atkin
08/20/06
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They spat at me. They cursed me. They beat me as the soldiers brought me by them, but I liked it. All over the streets, the news was that I, Barabbas, was through. “ You shall pay with your life,” some said. Others cried, “ Never again will you kill, steal, and rob.” I laughed.
The Roman Soldiers took me into a dark jail and bound me between two thieves. The sound of men working was the only thing that cut through the darkness. “ They’re building our crosses, aren’t they?” one of the thieves asked. I grinned. The thieves began talking about regrets. I kept quite. I had no regrets.
Three days I was there. Each day was longer and longer and each night darker and darker. A pair of soldiers awakened me some time around four in the morning. “Barabbas, Pilate has sent for you. Up! Now!” they yelled as they pulled me from the floor.
As we arrived to the place where Pilate stood, I looked below. A great multitude of people had gathered there. Pilate pulled me by my cloak. I thought he was going to throw me to those wolves below. “Which one!” Pilate yelled as he pulled me beside the one they called Jesus. “Barabbas!” they called out. “ Release unto us, Barabbas!”
Pilate loosed my hands and feet and released me to the mob. I watched for a while, but I really didn’t know what was taking place. Although one thing is for certain; that man, Jesus, was carrying the cross built for me!

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