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Mercy for Shame-Filled Days
Max Lucado
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What the thief hears. Groans. Guttural moans. Death. Nothing but. His own. Death. Golgotha plays it like a minor chord. No lullaby of hope. No sonnet of life. Just the harsh chords of death.
Pain. Death. He sees them; he hears them. But then the thief sees and hears something else: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do†(Luke 23:34 NKJV).
A flute lilts on a battlefield. A rain cloud blocks a desert sun. A rose blossoms on death ridge.
Jesus prays on a Roman cross.
Here is how the thief reacts. Mockery. “Even the robbers who were crucified with Him reviled Him†(Matthew 27:44 NKJV).
Having been hurt, the thief hurts. Having been wounded, he wounds. Even Skull Hill has a pecking order, and this thief refuses the bottom rung. He joins the jeerers who are saying: “He saved othersâ€â€he can’t save himself! King of Israel, is he? Then let him get down from that cross. . . . He did claim to be God’s Son, didn’t he?†(Matthew 27:42–43).
But Jesus refuses to retaliate. The thief sees, for the first time that day (for the first time in how many days?), kindness. Not darting glances or snarling lips, but patient forbearance.
The thief softens. He stops mocking Christ and then attempts to stop the mocking of Christ. “We deserve this, but not him,†he confesses to the crook on the other cross. “He did nothing to deserve this†(Luke 23:41). The thief senses he’s close to a man heaven-bound and requests a recommendation: “Jesus, remember me when you enter your kingdom†(23:42).
And Jesus, who made and makes an eternal life out of inviting illegal immigrants into his Oval Office, issues this grace-drenched reply: “Don’t worry, I will. Today you will join me in paradise†(Luke 23:43).
And the bad day of the bad man is met with the gracious gift of a mercy-giving God...
http://www.crosswalk.com/spirituallife/11551947/
Max Lucado
Author
What the thief hears. Groans. Guttural moans. Death. Nothing but. His own. Death. Golgotha plays it like a minor chord. No lullaby of hope. No sonnet of life. Just the harsh chords of death.
Pain. Death. He sees them; he hears them. But then the thief sees and hears something else: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do†(Luke 23:34 NKJV).
A flute lilts on a battlefield. A rain cloud blocks a desert sun. A rose blossoms on death ridge.
Jesus prays on a Roman cross.
Here is how the thief reacts. Mockery. “Even the robbers who were crucified with Him reviled Him†(Matthew 27:44 NKJV).
Having been hurt, the thief hurts. Having been wounded, he wounds. Even Skull Hill has a pecking order, and this thief refuses the bottom rung. He joins the jeerers who are saying: “He saved othersâ€â€he can’t save himself! King of Israel, is he? Then let him get down from that cross. . . . He did claim to be God’s Son, didn’t he?†(Matthew 27:42–43).
But Jesus refuses to retaliate. The thief sees, for the first time that day (for the first time in how many days?), kindness. Not darting glances or snarling lips, but patient forbearance.
The thief softens. He stops mocking Christ and then attempts to stop the mocking of Christ. “We deserve this, but not him,†he confesses to the crook on the other cross. “He did nothing to deserve this†(Luke 23:41). The thief senses he’s close to a man heaven-bound and requests a recommendation: “Jesus, remember me when you enter your kingdom†(23:42).
And Jesus, who made and makes an eternal life out of inviting illegal immigrants into his Oval Office, issues this grace-drenched reply: “Don’t worry, I will. Today you will join me in paradise†(Luke 23:43).
And the bad day of the bad man is met with the gracious gift of a mercy-giving God...
http://www.crosswalk.com/spirituallife/11551947/