Another shorter post at the end of a weekend taking it easy. Because I spent so much time on the Crucifixion passage from Luke’s gospel this weekend, I wanted to share a second post. Yesterday, I shared an observation about the women. Today, I want to look at what we can learn from another figure.
It’s one thing to believe in grace for others. For the people we admire, or those who seem to carry their faith with ease.
It’s another thing entirely to believe that grace could reach into our messy, doubting, inconsistent lives.
But that’s the quiet, radical truth of the cross:
Grace isn’t reserved for the deserving.
It’s offered to the desperate, the hurting, the ones who barely dare to hope.
Like the criminal beside Jesus who simply said, “Remember me.”
And was met with a promise of paradise.
Sometimes faith begins with that single, fragile step, daring to believe there may be grace for us too.
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