looked kind of funny to me, all beaten up and bloody. He seem to stretch His hands out in a beckoning gesture but I didn't care to look His way again. He was creepy and I was in a hurry.
I was on a roller coaster to hell. Truth was far from my heart and my lips; I found wisdom but sold her; hate and bitterness were my friends. I found a place with anger and malice and shut the door against sound knowledge. I couldn't care less for chastity, she was too posh.
As I danced on my way with pride in my steps, I saw the bloody man again! Wait a minute! I thought I left Him behind! This time He came closer and I saw His face! It was beaten out of shape! His body seem twisted and when He beckoned on me, His fingers dripped blood!
He seemed to say "Child, come to me, I want to save you".
Pfft! "Who needed saving?" I thought....with ears blocked from the loud noise of the world and heart filled with haughtiness, I went on my way faster now to my end.
Darkness was my sister, gloom my blanket at night. I had lost all conscience, my life was a shadow of itself. Tears were my constant solace, revenge, a way of life. There was no stopping me from this verge of destruction, no one could save me, my heart has been hardened from years and years of abuse; I was far gone into a world of nothingness.
But alas! This man wouldn't stop following me, wouldn't stop beckoning! I couldn't tell if I was afraid of Him or afraid that His soothing voice was going to break me. And then I stopped! I looked at Him in the eye and what I saw jolted me! No one has ever looked at me with such tenderness and love!
There He told me of a love so pure and so wonderful, He had the most soothing, reassuring voice. As I stood there and listened, all the years of bitterness, anger flooded my soul. The force brought me to my knees as I let out a cry of anguish. The tears wouldn't stop. I suddenly realized how empty I was, how lost my soul has been, how life has played a fast one on me.
The tears wouldn't stop! What is happening to me? Why do I feel so choked up and awful and dirty and lost all at once? Then I cried out to Him "Save me". All of a sudden, He was on a cross, bleeding from His head, sides,, feet and I heard Him say "It is finished!"
There I was, underneath His feet, His blood pouring on me, and as it poured, it was like water and soap on my soul, the filth was been washed away bit by bit...all the years of pain taken away underneath that cross.
"It is finished!" His words played in my heart over and over, He has taken it all away! As I stood to look up at the wondrous man on the cross, He suddenly was beside me with a dazzling white, gorgeous dress. It was for me. He clothed me and told me it was mine to keep white till He returns to take me home.
Now, my walk has a spring not of boastful pride but of confidence. He has made my life well.The narrow gate is where my heart is and with his love, I will make it there...Amen..
Thanks for your time.
"Love is not maximum emotion. Love is maximum commitment"- Sinclair B. Ferguson
"Come now, and let us reason together; saith the Lord, though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow, though they be red as crimson, they shall be as wool - Isaiah1:18