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The Good Thief
The Good Thief
Fool, I wanted to shout. Fool, how can you forgive them after they
have lashed you and nailed to a cross! But I could not speak. Somehow
the expression on that woman’s face seemed to say, “No good can
come out of it. No good can come out of it.”
More than all the mockery heaped on me that day, I felt this most
because it came from a companion in suffering. Fool, I shouted. DO
you not fear God? You also will die today. Yes, we die justly, as the
reward of our crimes. But this Man, Christ, has done no evil.
For the first time that afternoon, Christ turned His face towards
me. I saw a faint smile playing about His torn and bleeding lips. The
words seemed to come forth, “Thank you, Dimas.”