“Remember me, Lord, when you come into your kingdom ...”
“Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
There has never been a stranger dialogue in the world, from the cross to cross, between two dying men.
“Remember me” - one who asks for only a bit of love amid a painful hell is not a bad man.
The intimately evil man curses his sufferings and their authors.
The stingy man asks for deliverance from the torments or acceleration of death.
The thief on the cross asks only for remembrance, a bit of love ...
He asks only for a bit of what was lacking to him which made him offend, made him delinquent, perverse, cruel ... a bit of love ...
Ever since he was little, he wanted to be good - but the society did it badly because they denied him comprehension and love ...
He took a false step - and the inhuman laws of men condemned him as an evildoer ...
The perverse environment of the jail induced to be bad to one who wanted to be good ...
And when he finished his sentence, he walked the world with the stigma of a criminal - and he never found among the “honest men” anyone who gave him a bit of love ...
He was dragged through difficult existence with his soul frozen ...
Only at the supreme hour of life, at the top of the gallows, did he finally find a man - his companion in torment ...
He met a man who believed more in the yearning of his soul than in the evils of his life ...
He met a man who loved him and wants good to him ...
And the “good thief” felt a warm aura of benevolence enveloping his icy soul ...
And through the seeming coldness of this look of love, he asked his fellow in suffering, to remember him ...
He did not ask for revenge for his enemies, he did not ask for relief in the agonizing pain - he asked for what was missing in his life and caused hell: a bit of love.
A remembrance only ...
A loving thought ...
A bit of friendship ...
“Remember me, when you enter your kingdom...”
And he succeeded in death, of a dying man, what in life he had never achieved from the living ...
And for what little he asked for, he received much that he had not dared to ask: “Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.”
On the heads of the hysterical multitude happens, then, from the cross to cross, between two dying men, a sincere, sacred, eternal friendship ...
The friendship between a divinely good man - and an evil man who wanted to be good, and from now on, good by the power of love ...
Between the Redeemer - and a redeemed man.
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