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March 26

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Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom.
Luke 23:42

What did the dying thief say but, “Lord, remember me”? Religion for him was a personal thing; the salvation of his soul was his chief concern. Only a few hours remained before his eyes would close for ever, and what an eternity would then receive him! This he felt; it was deeply rooted in his conscience, and it drew forth from his soul the cry, “Remember me.” It was as if he said, “Lord, whomever Thou forgettest, remember me, think of me, save me, deliver me.”

And is not this what every God-taught soul feels and cries? “Remember me, think of me; do not forget me. Let my name be dear to Thee, in Thine eyes and in Thine heart. Thou hast much to think of, Lord, but Lord, remember me. I am a cursed wretch, a guilty malefactor, a condemned criminal, who deserves to die a thousand deaths and to suffer a thousand hells. But think of me, be good to me, do not cast me away.”

Notice too that this dying malefactor knew that the Lord had a kingdom. What faith he had! Yes, and also that He would one day come into that kingdom. And when He came into His kingdom, surrounded by all His saints and angels, then the cry and desire of his soul was that Jesus would think of him.

Notice also that he asks for no exalted place in this kingdom. What does one go to heaven for? To sit on an exalted seat? Oh, God forbid! “In My Father’s house are many mansions” (John 14:2), but no exalted seats, one higher than another. All are equal there. What gives them joy? To see Christ as He is, face to face, and to be delivered for ever from this miserable body of sin and death.

Reading: Psalm 40

To the reader…

Poor sinner, has the salvation of your soul become a personal thing for you too? It is not enough to know that the Lord saves sinners; the question is whether your own heart cries, “Lord, remember me.” Whomever Thou forgettest, do not forget me. I am a guilty malefactor who has deserved nothing, but think of me, be good to me, do not cast me away. Do you recognise that sigh?

Then you are walking in the footsteps of the dying thief. He asked for no exalted place in the kingdom, only that Jesus would think of him. So it is with every soul taught of God: it wants no place of honour, but Christ. What will the joy be by and by? To see Him as He is, and to be delivered for ever from this body of sin and death. Keep on, then, with that short prayer. The Lord has answered it once already, and He has not changed.

With warm regards,
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