Today in church I had these thoughts: One of the people closest to Jesus at the cross wasn’t a priest, a disciple, or a good man. He was a criminal. Publicly condemned. Guilty. Dying for what he’d done. This wasn’t someone who’d “mostly lived well”. He was at the bottom — exposed, ashamed, written off. He knew it too. He doesn’t defend himself. He doesn’t blame his upbringing. He doesn’t argue his case. He simply turns to Jesus and says: “Remember me.” In other words: “I don’t deserve mercy… but if there’s even the smallest chance, I’m asking.” And Jesus replies: “Today you will be with me.” That should stop us in our tracks. Jesus didn’t save him because he was good. He didn’t save him because he had potential. He saved him because he told the truth. The criminal didn’t climb his way up. He was saved at the very bottom. So if you’ve ever felt: you’ve gone too far you’ve ruined too much you’re beyond help or it’s too late for you The cross says otherwise. Grace is not fragile. Mercy is not reluctant. And Jesus does not wait for sinners to improve before He welcomes them. Sometimes faith sounds like this: “Lord… remember me.” And Jesus is more willing to save than we are to ask.