As is the way of summer, I rushed, rushed, rushed to come and find a peaceful space. I was thankful for the few moments before the service to catch my breath and make myself ready for worship. Summer feels like that a lot – intense spurts of rushing to calm.
This morning we read about the thieves on the cross. The one thief wanted to be removed from the cross, the other accepted the consequences of his actions and asked only that Jesus remember him.
The peace of Christ meets us where we are, despite our circumstances. Our rushing, our relaxing, our paying the consequences of choices made, even our paying the consequences of the choices of others… Christ is there.