Luke 23
32 Two other men, both criminals, were also led out with him to be executed 33 When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals--one on his right, the other on his left.... 39 One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!"
I am the mocking thief. Unnamed and seemingly unimportant. You see me slinking through the halls, with my pants too low and my hoodie too big. You don't know me, and you don't plan to; it might hurt your reputation.
When you speak to me, it's with a tone of superiority. You think you're better than me, I can see it in your eyes. Your accusing glances seem to roll off my back. You don't know the shame I feel.
I try not to think of Jesus. Those Christians are just stuffy old people anyways, worshiping a stuffy old God. I'm young. I'm practically immortable. I'm unstoppable. Nothing's going to change, I try to reassure myself. But really, that's my biggest fear. That nothing's ever going to change.
"Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself, and us!" I say with a sneer, but really I'm pleading, begging for someone to save me from my fate. I act tough, I act brave. But I am scared to death of what's coming. Because what's coming is death. Eternal death. And it's already here.
I know what I've done. I know what I deserve. I don't pretend innocence. I don't deny my sins. Sometimes, I'm even proud of them. You're quick to condemn me, everyone is. But you're not so quick to condemn yourself. And aren't you just as bad as me? You pass me in the halls everyday, watching me drown in lies while you hold the truth. You watch how lost I've become when you have the Way. You see me die of thirst when you hold the cup of life. But no, you don't want to talk about your sins, you just want to stick to my own. Am I really that much worse than you?
I am the mocking thief. Unnamed and unimportant. Will you save me? Or condemn me?
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