More than 2,000 years ago, two thieves were next to Jesus, hanging on crosses, nearing their deaths. One cried out, mocking, “Aren’t you supposedly Christ? If you are, then save us! Save yourself!” The other recognized Christ’s innocence. He asked simply, “Remember me when you come into your kingdom” (Luke 23:39-42).
“Today you will be with me in Paradise,” Christ said to the thief. Luke 23:43.
Today, Good Friday, those are my words. Remember me, Jesus.
Sometimes I’m like the thief next to Jesus. I don’t see my own crimes, my sins. Sometimes I cry out in disbelief. Are you really the Savior? If so, then why haven’t you performed this miracle or that healing? Why is life so painful?
More often, I’m like the thief on the other side. The one who sees the innocence. I’m a mess. I’m a poor miserable sinner. I deserve punishment, just like those thieves on the crosses, but because of what Christ has done for me on the cross, I’m free. Because of the blood that was shed on this day more than two thousand years ago, the Lamb Who was slain, I am forgiven.
When I ask Jesus to remember me, He does.
He bowed His head and gave up His spirit. He said, “It is finished.” John 19:30
But this is not the end.
Sunday, I will gather with my brothers and sisters in Christ to celebrate the glorious resurrection and sing louder than I usually sing with tears streaming down my face. Happens every time.
I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living head!
He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my savior, still the same;
What joy this blest assurance gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!
And next to Jesus, I live.
May you know this truth today, tomorrow, and the next day and the next and the next.
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