“However, there’s a catch! The thief knew something. Thieves know where to look for valuables. They understand that you have to really seek out a hidden treasure. They know that the jewels are in a big black locked safe. They know that the cash is two stories underground at the bank. They know where things of worth are stored. So, even from his cross, he had scoped out the situation, he had cased the joint, and in the right moment, he made his less-than-sinister move.
He asked for the only thing Jesus had left. He asked for his memory. He asked to be remembered. Will you remember me? Surely some scoffed at the pitiful request. But was it all that pitiful of an ask? If you’ve ever been truly remembered by someone else, then you know the power of the man pinned to the wood was asking for the moon. Think of those people throughout your life who cared enough to pick up the phone or come by or send you a letter in the post. The people you moved away from or those who moved away from you that still remember you. ”
— Redemption Church | Homily Excerpt | Remember Me (?)
