
โ๏ธ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ ๐๐:๐๐
๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ง๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ.
On Good Friday, let us pause and draw near in reverence to that solemn hill outside Jerusalem. ๐๏ธ There the Son of God was lifted up between two thieves, and in that scene we behold a truth that searches every heart.
๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง โ๏ธ. One thief, though dying and standing on the very brink of eternity, hardened his heart against the Saviour. With his last breath he mocked the One who alone could save him. What a solemn picture it is. A man so near to Christ, and yet so far from mercy. And is it not still so today? Many hear the Gospel, many know the name of Jesus, many speak of Him with a kind of respect, and yet they will not bow before Him as Lord. They stand at the cross, but they do not come to it. They remain in unbelief, and so they turn from their only hope.
๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐ โ๏ธ. The other thief saw what the first would not see. In the midst of agony he beheld innocence in Christ, purity in Christ, majesty in Christ. He confessed his own sin, saying,
๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒโฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ.
And then he uttered that humble plea,
๐๐จ๐ซ๐, ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ.
What grace is here. No merit, no boasting, no time to repair a wasted life, only a broken heart and a believing cry. And the answer came at once,
๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐, ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฌ๐.
This is the Gospel, bright with mercy for the guilty.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. โ๏ธ There hangs the Son of God, suffering not for His own sins, but for ours. Every wound, every drop of blood, every moment of darkness speaks of love beyond measure. โค๏ธ He was bearing sin. He was enduring judgment. He was standing in the sinnerโs place. The innocent for the guilty. The Just for the unjust. The Holy One made a sacrifice for the unholy, that He might bring us to God.
O what a sight is Calvary. The love of God displayed. The holiness of God satisfied. The mercy of God extended. The way of salvation opened wide.
And so the question comes to every heart, where do you stand? At the cross of rejection? At the cross of repentance? Or will you come, by faith, to the One on the middle tree, as the dying thief did?
Do not linger at a distance. Do not delay. Come as you are. ๐ค Look unto Christ. Trust in His finished work. For all who come to Him, He will in no wise cast out.
Lord, draw us to Thy Son. Keep us from unbelief. Give us repentance and faith. And may we ever glory in the cross, for Christโs sake. Amen.


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