The One Thief’s Confession: a paraphrase

I am finished and I know it. Done violence to the peace, order and truth of this place. Getting my just deserts.

But the Fellow beside me looks nothing like a bad actor. Doesn’t even register hate as they nail and jeer. Takes it all manfully.

Some buzz has been spread that He is a king. I believe it. These Romans are bullies and frauds. The priests and ritualists nothing better, except they use scrolls instead of swords.

I spoke up for him over the taunts of the other guy; said that if He was ushering in a Kingdom, I wanted to go. If only He could be mightily merciful on that account…on my account.

He said that it was a done deal. Before I could reckon the time I would be with Him in Paradise.

He appeared relieved that only one, even the likes of me, would speak favourably of Him at this horrible time.*
(* salvation in a nutshell, and you thought that you had to swim the widest sea…)


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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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