It must have taken all the strength he had left to reach for the One in the middle. A thief reaching reaching reaching with his eyes because the rest of his body was nailed to a crossbeam too.
He did not reach for a pardon.
He did not reach for understanding.
He didn’t even reach for forgiveness.
All he reached for was remembrance.
“Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”
It was a faith believing, death-defying reaching into the reality of a Kingdom only a lamb’s breath away and this thief wanted in. He put all of his faith and belief in simply asking, “remember me.”
He somehow knew that in the remembering, the Lamb that took away the sins of the world would claim him as His own, and he too would know another Kingdom very soon.
Isn’t this what we are all asking for….to be remembered and claimed?
We are all thieves at some point, are we not?
We have stolen identities, or crafted images of ourselves on social media, or pretended and forged our way through life on some level because we are terrified we will be found out for what we really are….broken people in need of fixing.
There was another thief. Instead of asking, he demanded. Instead of reaching, he hurled and spewed. He wanted the show, the grand gesture:
“Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!”
Yet, it the one who agrees with his desperate need and recognizes who is before him, then dares…actually dares to ask…it this one who is remembered and washed and made new and restored to wholeness forever.
No matter it is a thief doing the asking.
We are all in need of remembrance.
Our reaching need not be very far.