There they were. They shared many things, the nails, the pain, and the humiliation. There were, however, subtle differences between the three. Three men, facing their end, each with different reasons to be filled with fear and or anger, but they still had their hopes. One man's hope seemed to rest in the ability to tear down another, one with God, and the last in Christ.

   Hear the Good News, there is no "too late" or "I am too far gone" for Christ. Personally, I believe both thieves, or criminals, hanging there on the Cross that fateful afternoon, encountered Christ. I believe they even encountered Christ before that afternoon. Maybe through their travels, or maybe through the travel and teaching of Jesus, nonetheless, they knew of Him and had ample time to respond to all that Jesus was teaching. Yet when they had even another chance to embrace Christ, one ridiculed while the chose to accept the wonderful offer. It is never too late. Here is another thought to chew on. Did Christ go to the cross even for these two? I mean, while the cross is for the corporate, what about the singular. Imagine, He crawled up there for the one who said remember me. He crawled up there to say let me save you.