It was a shock when I realized how I was no better. In fact, I was worse.
I am no better than the Pharisees or the Sadducees, who found a way to put Jesus in the inevitable position of a gruesome death.. I am no better than Peter, who betrayed Jesus’ name for the sake of his pride and safety. I am no better than Pilate, who stood by and washed his hands of the matter for fear of the crowds. I am no better than Barabbas, who took his gift of freedom from the Son of God without even looking back or intending to do anything with it.
Today, I remember that Jesus died for me.
God, I’m so sorry.
Last year at this time, I felt a genuine appreciation for Jesus’ sacrifice like never before. This year, I just saw the extended weekend and took it with the intention of using it as another opportunity to sleep in and be lazy, maybe catch up on a little work.
Yesterday, I suddenly realized that this year, I have more stress and less-than-ideal circumstances that I didn’t last year. Last year was pretty smooth sailing in comparison. I’m not saying last year wasn’t real. But this year should be just as real, no matter what the circumstances. I’ve become so selfish. I’ve lost my focus.
Am I really that conditional in my love and dedication to Christ?
I’m so glad He isn’t conditional in His love to me.
God, I’m so sorry.
There was a notice written above him, which read: THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS.
One of the criminals who hung there hurled insults at him: “Aren’t you the Christ? Save yourself and us!”
But the other criminal rebuked him. “Don’t you fear God,” he said, “since you are under the same sentence? We are punished justly, for we are getting what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong.”
Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
Jesus answered him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”