With the voices all around me, it’s easy to forget that my journey is beyond this world I’m fighting so hard to embellish with my life’s earned treasures. My faith is at the core of all that I am but the mere function of making it through each day without the pulls and shrugs of sin and immorality leaves me panting and gasping for breath.

I’ve heard the story of Jesus and Barabbas told too many times to count. It’s at the center of every salvation discussion and the core of many Easter messages. The story stimulates empathy for a man who knew no sin and was condemned to a gruesome death. It channels our hearts to focus on the crown of thorns on Christ’s head and the blood dripping from every part of His body.

We’ve all been there—the unbearable long wait to get a paper signed or prayer answered. Waiting for the sea of traffic caused by a pothole or an accident we didn’t cause.

I was fifteen years old when I received Christ and I can clearly remember the circumstances that got me on my knees in my brothers’ room. Raised by Christian parents meant I knew who Jesus was and His amazing heroic story.

I’ve been part of this world for a few decades now and never witnessed anything like the events surrounding the pandemic of the coronavirus. Just when we thought we have most things figured out, we are faced with a wave of uncertainty throwing the strongest nations on earth into a state of perplexity.