He was a transgressor. A thief. A loser. He deserved to die. And so on that fateful Friday he and his comrade in crime would be executed. They would die alone and unknown. Except for an unexpected intervention in providence.
Between the two thieves would be an innocent man. A good man. A blameless man. Actually, a sinless man. It was the man called Jesus. It was the day Christ was crucified between two outlaws. Continue reading