I read that passage about Jesus' trial before Pilate, and I can't help but think: "That's not fair! Jesus didn't do anything, Barabbas is a murderer! Barabbas deserves to be crucified, not Jesus."
Then it hit me as I read over that story again this morning...
I Am Barabbas.
I'm the murderer.
The guilty party.
The one who deserves to die.
Today, I am thankful that Jesus died, so I don't have to.