Were you there? Is that what you were singing? Yes, I was there, all right. I had no choice in the matter. I was locked up in that lousy, stinking hole that they called a prison. I didn’t think that there was any chance that I would ever get out of there alive. The Romans had been after me for some time. Once they got their hands on me and threw me down into that dungeon, I thought for sure that my days were numbered. Those stone walls were mighty thick, and the guards kept a close watch on me.

They liked to taunt me, too. "Hey, Barabbas," they used to say, "Son of the Father! How does it feel to be trapped like a rat?" "Son of the Father!" Did you know that’s what Barabbas means? It may sound like a joke - me, a murderer, robber, and rebel, with that name, Son of the Father? I doubt that G…