The Thief on the Other Cross

Three Crosses

I don't belong here. I really don't. Paradise is the last place I expected to end up after all I've done. Let me tell you my story.

I am, well I was, an armed robber, I guess you'd call it. Me and Jake and the others would live in caves in the Judean hills near the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. We made our living by violence. We wouldn't take on people in the big groups that passed. They traveled together for safety. But a family alone would be an easy mark, as well as anyone fool enough to travel by himself.

Brandishing a strong staff would usually do the trick. Threaten them with a beating and they'd give up without much of a fight. But I've been known to break a few bones in my day, God forgive me. I don't think I actually killed anyone, but then I never stayed around long enough to find out.

The first time I meet Jesus is when I was invited to a party in His honor in Jericho at the home of a rich tax collector named Zacchaeus. I am introduced, we shake hands, and Jesus looks me in the eye for a long moment. He can see right into me, who I am, every crime I have ever committed. Then He smiles this big friendly smile. "You know," He says, "there's forgiveness for you in my Kingdom. How about it?"

I drop my eyes, say something non-committal, and shuffle away. The next day I'm in the crowd, hanging on every word He says. Jesus is talking about His Kingdom, comparing it to a mustard seed, calling it the Kingdom of Heaven. I want so much to go up to Him after He has finished and take him up on that forgiveness thing, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

I wish I had. It isn't much later when me and my friend Jake, the guy on the third cross, got caught by a Roman patrol. The others ran off, but they caught us, beat us silly, dragged us into Jerusalem and threw us in prison. No mercy for the likes of us.

And so it happens that on the same day that they crucify Jesus, they crucify me and Jake; one of us on His left, the other on His right. This ain't no normal crucifixion. Mobs of people are there just because of Jesus. Self-righteous Pharisees are swaggering and mocking. "If you're some kind of messiah," one sneers, "Come on down from that cross. If you're a savior, save yourself. IF YOU CAN."

Jake begins catcalling, too, if you can imagine that. I yell over at him, "You miserable thug, don't you have any fear of God? Can't you see that we're going to die just like He is? Show a little decency! We're getting exactly what we deserve, but He hasn't done anything wrong."

Jake quiets down and soon the Pharisees lose interest. But I can't get Jericho out of my mind. I can't forget Jesus' eyes, His words, His invitation. And so I call over to Him, though it's getting harder for the both of us to breathe and talking makes it that much harder.

"Jesus!" I say. He turns His head towards me. "Jesus, I was there in Jericho. I met you at a party at Zacchaeus' house. Remember?"

He looks at me for a moment and then nods His head just a little. He does remember!!!

"I never forgot what You said. I wanted to say yes, but just couldn't. And now look at me ~ look at us!"

He is in bad shape; exhausted, in excruciating pain, His back oozing, His breath labored. He isn't going to last much longer. I can see that. But somehow I can see beyond all that. He was the Messiah, is the Messiah, no matter what those priests and Romans and Pharisees have done to Him. And when He dies, He will be with God. In a few hours, maybe less, He will be vindicated. He will reign in that Kingdom He told us about.

"Jesus," I call again, quieter now.

He opens his eyes. They are the same eyes, the same piercing, loving, honest eyes.

"Jesus," I say, "when You come into Your Kingdom, would You remember me?"

His words are labored, His lips parched, but I can still hear Him pretty well. "Truly, I say to you...." His voice cracks, then is stronger for a moment. "Truly, this very day you will be with me in Paradise."

His eyes droop. He is fading quickly now. But I believe Him. I do! That's what gets me through those next few hours until they break my legs to kill me. I do believe him!

And then I find myself here in Heaven, in Paradise. I sure don't deserve to be here, but here I am anyway. I guess that's what a man like me gets when the king Himself grants a pardon. Full forgiveness. Pretty amazing, isnt it? I am truly blessed. Happy Easter.

~ Ralph F. Wilson ~

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