I was attending church earlier today where the discussion was focused on John 4, but my mind was elsewhere. Luke 23:42-43 was weighing on me as I contemplated all the faith we carry in a lifetime of living and serving the Lord. At the end, it’s all about having faith. It’s not about words or deeds, it’s not about how long we have believed but that we do believe. It’s not whether we choose to lead a flock or follow it, it is faith in Christ. I had a daydream where I pictured my last moments and I opened my eyes to find myself beside Christ on Calvary, hung from a cross as He proclaims “it is finished” and breathes his last. I’m not sure where that came from but it had a powerful impact on me as I was engulfed in light and snapped back to the discussion at hand. Every single one of us who believes in God and has faith in Christ is the thief on the cross. We are all prodigal sons. We are all sinners, and we all will struggle against sin, but the key to surviving to obtain eternal life is faith. What if at the end when Christ tells us “well done, my good and faithful servant” He is acknowledging that despite the world which engulfs us, we chose Him instead? I crave humility. I struggle to listen without speaking. I just know that a few years ago I decided to acknowledge the King of Kings and ask him to remember me in His kingdom.
Then he said to Jesus, “Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.” And Jesus said to him, “Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.”
God bless!
