Then, as Matthan continued his scoffing, I rebuked him, “Don’t you even fear God? Don’t you see that we are being punished justly, but this man has done nothing wrong? How can you continue to ridicule Him?”
Then the darkness came. At midday it was like midnight. It was eerie. This Jesus must be more than a man. He must be the Messiah. Jesus was dying. He would go to God. He would go, and I would die alone. He would leave me, after all. I couldn’t bear the thought.
With all the strength I could muster, I turned to Him and said, “Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.” He was the King of the Jews. I was a thief, but a king can pardon a thief if he wants to. He said, “Today you will be with Me in paradise.”
Some people die in bed, surrounded by those who love them, who soothe them in their pain and draw a cover over them for comfort. But no one ever died with Him at his side, speaking words of comfort like that, or easing his fears so completely.
Voice of faith
April 7, 2012 by joyfulpapist