There’s a moment in *Heaven, How I Got Here* that absolutely guts you.

It’s the moment when the thief realizes how close he came to missing everything.

He was right there. Just a few feet from the Savior of the world. He could hear Him breathe. He could see the blood. He could listen to every word Jesus spoke.

And still—he almost missed Him.

Colin Smith brings that realization to life in gut-punching detail. He lets the thief narrate his own remorse—not about his crimes, but about how long he spent mocking the very One who came to save him.

See, at first, both criminals were railing at Jesus. It wasn’t just the crowd. It wasn’t just the soldiers. It was both men hanging beside Him.

He joined in.

He mocked the only One who could help him.

And he almost ran out of time.

There’s something terrifying in that. And something tender, too.

Because it’s not just his story—it’s ours.

We live in a culture so close to Jesus. We’ve got Bibles in every hotel drawer, apps in every pocket, and churches on every corner. We’ve got access to truth 24/7. Podcasts. Preachers. Posts.

And........

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