BONUS ARTICLE: Who I Want to Meet

There are a lot of people from the Bible I would love to meet one day.

Moses would be high on the list. I mean, the Red Sea? I have questions.

David would be fascinating. Peter would probably be a great conversation. Paul could explain half the New Testament better than any Bible study ever could.

But if I ever get to heaven, the first person I want to meet is not one of the big names.

It is the thief on the cross.

We do not know his name. We do not know his full story. What we do know is that he was guilty, dying, and out of time.

No time to clean things up.

No time to become a better man.

No time to read the Scriptures, join a church, make amends, or build an impressive spiritual résumé.

He probably knew less about the Bible than many of us do right now. He likely could not explain doctrine or prophecy. He had no polished prayer ready.

But he knew enough.

He looked at Jesus, beaten and mocked, hanging beside him, and somehow saw a King.

Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”

That was it.

A guilty man turning toward Christ with the little faith he had left.

And Jesus answered with one of the most beautiful promises in Scripture:

“Today you will be with Me in paradise.”

That stops me every time.

This man entered heaven with empty hands. He did not bring accomplishments, religious credentials, or a lifetime of getting it right.

He brought faith.

And Jesus brought grace.

That is why I want to meet him.

I wonder what that first moment in heaven was like. One minute, he was gasping for air on a cross. The next, he was in paradise because the Man beside him kept His promise.

There is a lesson there for all of us.

Yes, we should learn, grow, read Scripture, pray, worship, serve, and live lives that honor God. But we should never forget that grace is not a trophy for the religiously impressive.

Grace is a gift for sinners.

That means there is hope for the person who thinks they waited too long.

Hope for the person who feels too far gone.

Hope for the one who has made a mess of things.

Hope for the person who can barely get the words out but still turns toward Jesus and says, “Remember me.”

The thief on the cross reminds us that salvation is not about how much time you have left. It is about who you turn to with that time.

So yes, if I ever get to heaven, I want to meet Moses, David, Peter, and Paul.

But first, I want to find the man who made it there with nothing but a final breath of faith.

I want to ask him what it felt like when Jesus said, “Today.”

And I have a feeling his answer will be simple:

Better than I deserved.

Exactly like grace.