Begin … Anew …


Begin …

Five Minute Fridays. A time when literally hundreds of dedicated writers, from novice to proficient, come together in one place to write on a one word prompt. The trick is just to write, from your heart for 5 minutes, throwing every rule to the wind to just pour out the words within you. No editing, no elaborate worry about perfection and symmetry; just your heart, your words and this virtual blank parchment.

Going here will explain everything. So write and then encourage! That’s what we do. =)

 

Morning Rising East

Morning Rising East

 

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I’m about to begin a new day … I tend to do that in the silence of my sleeping home.

The Hubs resting comfortably, enjoying the normalcy of a week without chemo and doctor appointments.

The boys (men) sleeping or gaming or just being up in their rooms; possibly planning their new day ahead, possibly just sleeping peacefully with those little boy faces that come back when they sleep. Amazing how we mothers continue to see our innocent babies in our grown children, especially when they are at peace in their dreams.

Begin.

We begin again with the blessing of new mercies from God, each day. Knowing that we need not worry about the mistakes of yesterday and letting them just float away on the dreams we enjoyed in our rest. Knowing that today we have the chance to make good on our promises and amends that may be needed; knowing that God works all things out for those who love him and move in his purpose for their lives.

We begin anew with a promise from God. As we take in that first breath of the day and exhale a prayer of thanks and honor and praise.

And we rise again, refreshed to begin … not worried about the door that closed behind our resting eyes in the night … to walk through that open door …

Breathing in the fresh, salty breeze and the coffee brewing ( I drink tea, but still enjoy the aroma of the Hubs coffee brewing, it just means happy morning!)  … all the wonderful beauty of a fresh and clean day;

We begin … anew.

Stop.

Good morning!

It’s nice to meet you here in the small hours of the day. I invite you, again, to join us in this writer’s flash mob.

How will you begin?

This has been a 5 minute post!

This has been a 5 minute post!

 

Finish …


Once again my most dedicated blog post is on Friday … When I join others writing their hearts with abandon!

Five Minute Fridays. A time when literally hundreds of dedicated writers, from novice to proficient, come together in one place to write on a one word prompt. The trick is just to write, from your heart for 5 minutes, throwing every rule to the wind to just pour out the words within you. No editing, no elaborate worry about perfection and symmetry; just your heart, your words and this virtual blank parchment.

Going here will explain everything. So write and then encourage! That’s what we do. =)

The prompt … Finish

 

Go!

I wasn’t going to do this one … it’s been a terribly long week with good and bad and worse and better all wrapped up in this thing I call my life. Happiness and disappointment all at once and on and on and on infinitely … no finish there …

So as I was saying good night to the social media world this is what I wrote … and I instantly moved it here, where it belonged! I tapped it out in seconds. This emotionally fatigued and battered brain writes best in this condition sometimes … or well, you be the judge … this is how I feel at the finish of this day.

 

Surrender

Surrender

Oh this heart.

So much weighs upon it,

So much unknown vexes it’s very beating.

But I must … I am compelled,

By the Holy Spirit, to lay it at His feet,

For if I do not, I will suffer, I will ache.

The fight is not mine, it is not about me.

Even as my heart bears the weight, it is not mine.

So I surrender, I must.

I long for sleep and rest and peace.

The peace given me by Him, who never sleeps.

Who faithfully gives watch.

He perfects that which concerns me …

Me, I perfect nothing without Him.

He will Finish the work He began … In Me.

When I surrender Me into His hands.

Finish!

Isn’t it amazing how true to what we are taught in the Word that the Holy Spirit will bring to remembrance all that you have treasured in your heart, when it is needed, even when you do not have the words … like I said, I wrote that on Facebook before I moved it here. It is better here, where it won’t be judged, where people won’t necessarily ask me questions I don’t have the answers to.

Tonight I just stand in awe, once again, of a God who urges this gift of words to the surface even when the words escape me.

All the glory and honor to Him who is faithful to me, to you, to this fallen world at large.

Here are the scriptures I found in this little impromptu poem of mine.

Thanks for taking the time to read my words. =)

Proverbs 3:5-6

5Trust in the Lord with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
    and he will make your paths straight.

Psalm 121: 3-4

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

Psalm 138:8

8 The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands.

Philippians 1:4-6

In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

Bloom where you’re planted … FMF Post


The most dedicated this blog is right now is on Five Minute Fridays. A time when literally hundreds of dedicated writers, from novice to proficient, come together in one place to write on a one word prompt. The trick is just to write, from your heart for 5 minutes, throwing every rule to the wind to just pour out the words within you. No editing, no elaborate worry about perfection and symmetry; just your heart, your words and this virtual blank parchment.

Going here will explain everything. So write and then encourage! That’s what we do. =)

Today’s Prompt is:

Bloom … Go!

” Bloom where you’re planted.” a phrase heard many times by many people, especially in church, was actually made popular by Mary Engelbreit. It’s not actually in the bible, though there are those that ascribe scriptures to the concept. Hey it’s catchy, and it is timely, almost every day and moment of one’s life. Really.

Blooms

Blooms

To bloom is to not just grow, but to florish.

Where you’re planted, is just that; where you are, right this moment, hour, day, week, month … life.

But what if where I’m at isn’t that great. What if it’s a dry, sunless and lonely place? What if it’s ugly and death seems to be circling? How do I bloom?

Philippians 4:9-11(NIV)

Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.10 I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. 11 I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.

It’s the last verse of this scripture that answers those questions for me … I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.

Much of what I write here isn’t about motherhood, which seems to be the common subject of 100s and 1000s of blogs these days. My motherhood days of young children has been over for many years. Yet, I still parent. I parent my sons, my husband, friends in need of advice … this is all parenting.

My parenting has bloomed, and that frightens me because I don’t think I was very good at it. But parenting is all about example and my example today is about life and how to live it well in all situations.

It is through my Christian Faith that I help (parent) others. It is the holding of my head and tongue while in crisis; and oh how things have been in crisis of late! It’s that positive attitude that one only attains through the utmost trust in God.

You know the trust … the one you learn to rely upon, crisis after crisis. That trust that you first give to God because you have nothing left in you to rely on … surrender. And somewhere it becomes that trust that has seemingly bloomed within you because you have everything within you; all that authority that the bible says is ours as the children of God.

Trust blooms … when time after time you surrender all to the hands of our almighty Father in obedience and love.

We bloom as we share this trust in God when we advise, or share our God experience with those who are currently where we’ve been.

When we trust God we can bloom in the driest most desolate places in this life and place that we live … Right here where we are, right now.  Bloom.

Stop … my 5 are up … but if you’d indulge me? =)

I mentioned before that my blog is not about parenting children. It’s mostly about parenting me … and in the great moments it helps others. And I am so awed by that eventuality. God has given me the gift of words and I try to use it wisely and often. But life does what it does and sometimes I’m too depressed or tired or discouraged to write … but I try.

I really have learned to live contentedly in any circumstance I find myself in; even now as cancer continues to be a circumstance in our life. Even as friends seem to be pulling away and differences of opinion or understanding seem to be separating us. Even as I feel most alone, like right this moment in the quiet of a sleeping house, writing about feelings and things I must hand to God and not worry like that proverbial bone.

Because while God helps me to bloom and shine even through the darkest areas of this life, I know that he has everything under control. I just need to keep blooming, breaking these roots free from routine and growing in the new thing that God is doing. Even when I don’t know what that new thing is or will be ….

Isaiah 43:18 “Forget the former things;
    do not dwell on the past.
19 See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.
20 The wild animals honor me,
    the jackals and the owls,
because I provide water in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland,
to give drink to my people, my chosen,
21     the people I formed for myself
    that they may proclaim my praise.

Thanks for listening (reading). Now it’s your turn, give us your best on Bloom and hook up with us!

Blessings.

where do I Belong? … FMF on Monday!


Five Minute Friday: Belong

On Friday’s we silence the inner critic. The loudest of all naysayers. And on Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us. So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. Here are all the details. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments by clicking here.

But remember, the one must rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.

Go!

So much has changed in the last 10 months. I am now in a category of women who do not often have others like her in her circle. I am the woman whose husband has cancer. Many years ago I was the woman whose grandson died, again no one in my circle had experienced such a loss. So I felt then, as I feel now, kind of alone. At times outside my circle.

Where do I belong?

Psalm 139:13-16 says it this way:

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.

My days were ordained for me before I lived one day! So I guess this is right where I belong at this very moment.

Learning to be courageous even when I feel weak and alone. Strong when my heart cries even as my faith grows in the knowledge that God has all of this “unknown to me” in hand. Trusting when all I want is a clear answer to a simple question.

This place, where I belong right this second, as I worry about my husband’s fatigue and cough, is where I need to be to see the glory of God at work.

Breaking Through to the Other Side of It ...

Breaking Through to the Other Side of It …

This place, where I belong, right now, as dark as it may seem to me in the natural, is actually in the LIGHT!

1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.

How do I believe this, you may ask? Because I know that God works out the bad things for my (our) good. The bad things are not from Him; our Father gives the best to His children, so I know the outcome of all of this must be good! Because God is good and gives us only true and good and wonderful things.

I know I am where I belong, because even as I have no one in the natural who knows how I feel, or even asks about me and my well-being during this time, I know that God knows … and even as the “whys” dangle just short of being spoken from my lips …

Jeremiah 29:11
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

STOP!

First Morning Breath


Five Minute Friday: Exhale

On Friday’s we silence the inner critic. The loudest of all naysayers. And on Fridays we remind ourselves that The Word is for us and loves us and welcomes us.

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So come and write with us. Together. On one word for five minutes. Here are all the details. And then link up your post or leave it in the comments by clicking here. But remember, the one must rule here is that you visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their writing.

That’s it. The gift of encouragement – pass it on.

 

Today’s prompt: Exhale … Go!

 

I came to a realization today … a revelation.  The last 10 months have changed me … irrevocably changed who  I am and how I see life, people and the world. I have always, well for the last 13 years at least, awakened in the morning knowing that my first breath is by the grace of God. And I’ve always thanked God for the oxygen, that desire to live and breath and continue; even when things were at their worst, I thank Him for that desire to continue. Even today, after all that 10 months has held, I thanked Him for that breath.  And then ….

I Exhale.

I allow him, to the best of my ability, to guide me in my day and my tasks and my dealings. I hand the reigns, most days to God.

Wednesday’s service at church we learned the process of …

 Trusting God.

Trusting God takes faith and it takes courage, at least in the beginning, and it takes the ability to exhale. To breath deeply, hand the situation over, and exhale slowly, in prayer.

Prayer.

I see prayer as that exhaling. I know it’s a conversation with God, a form of communication with the father; but it’s the release of that which we hold deeply within us that often causes doubt and fear and resentments and questions … those things that jeopardize our faith and trust in God. In prayer we release these, we exhale the used air that no longer feeds our lungs providing a peaceful exchange of the give and take of life and love. We remove the death from our bodies with that exhalation of prayer; we give it to God. We hang it on the cross where Jesus took it for us so many, many years ago.

Philippians 4:6 NKJ

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;

And, yes, we discuss the exchange with Father. We sometimes ask for it back to worry it like a bone until we run back to that cross and give it back.

Exhale.

Do this with me … close your eyes, take a deep breath and just hold it for a count of 5 …. and then just exhale slowly while thanking God … slowly now, don’t rush it … feel that cleansing exhale, that release that is becoming a prayer from that simple thanks to Father?

Breath.

Now breath in slowly, deeply and feel the life infill you. Not just your lungs, but your spirit also … Peace. Isn’t it wonderful.

Now again …. Exhale thanks.

Stop.

 

 

Release …


Five Minute Friday.

So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for going on four years now hundreds of people have joined a kind of writing flash mob. We write for five minutes flat, all on the same prompt.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Release! Go!

I am angry today. I was embarrassed and hurt and angry yesterday.

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Breaking Through to the Other Side of It …

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bible, in Ephesians 4 says: “In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry,and do not give the devil a foothold.

Well my night was fraught with angry dreams, despite falling asleep in prayer.

Yesterday 2 doctors called and gave me information that wasn’t encouraging for both my husband and myself. I am not so concerned about the disappointment of my doctor issue; however my husband is tired. We are only one chemo round into this second go round and his blood counts are low and the doctor has ordered a medication that causes pain and discomfort, particularly at night.

Pain and discomfort. Depression and discouragement. How does one release these?

The renewing of the mind releases these things from the spirit.

Romans 12:2  Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

So today I am working on renewing my mind. Replacing the reports of the doctors with God’s word and releasing the negative thoughts, fears and anger that they instilled from my spirit … because I know that this path I am on is a journey to the good and perfect will of Father God for me.

STOP!

What do you need to release today? Be sure to replace that space with God’s perfect will for your life. After you’ve cleaned house make sure you fill it with the beauty of God’s word as advised in Matthew 12 43-45.

 

Life Lessons & God’s Grace


Do you remember being a kid and not listening to your parent’s direction or advise?

Do you remember thinking that you knew better and do you remember the consequences for some of those independent choices?

I’ve been contemplating God’s Grace and there’s been a lot of discussion about it in my life lately. Conversations, devotionals and commentary, along with affirmation and rebukes. It’s definitely a hot topic these days.

Another of God’s Revelatory Movements? Have we moved from the Faith movement to the Grace movement? I don’t know, I’ll have to ask God, but what I do know is people are coming into a understanding of God’s grace for us. I will remain mostly quiet in public debates, I’m not willing to argue the Word of God, and that is where I am getting this awesome understanding; straight from the Bible, not from someone’s book interpreting the bible.

What I do believe is that God is giving me quite the understanding in my own life.

Here’s what I got just yesterday from a scripture devotion I get every morning in my e-mail.

[ Just a little FYI here for new readers: I am battling some health issues and so is The Hubs (my husband) ... quite serious issues. However, we understand our healing and do not claim this issues as "ours" ... these issues are consequences from personal choices we've made over many years of living. We understand that we were healed the moment we accepted Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior; we also understand that this requires a physical and mental process to fulfillment.]

Now back to it …

With my mind on the health issues I am struggling with (they are not mine!) this spoke to me this morning, as I was looking into God’s Word and His will for me and YOU too!

“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.” – 1 Peter 5:10

* Let’s see if I can explain the “after you’ve suffered a little …

God is not causing the suffering! For some it is the suffering we endure simply living in a fallen world; for others we suffer from our choices and/or our inability to comprehend our absolute healing. It’s a process.

In fact, to extend this Facebook post from yesterday, I believe that “suffered a little” can actually mean: after you’ve tried it your way!

None the less, when we come to our senses (decided of our own free will) and enter into that Eternal Glory He has called us to that suffering, that illness, that iniquity that we cannot seem to shed, ends and He will make us strong and firm and steadfast …

God the Father restores … let us let Him restore us today!
I am healed, how ’bout you! ~ My Facebook post on June 13,14 (bold print added for this post in WordPress)

As believers we “understand” that His Eternal Glory in Christ is for right now. We don’t have to wait, it is ours now; we know this because the scripture says the God of all grace.

An accurate, common definition describes grace as the unmerited favor of God toward man. Check here for an awesome and thorough definition of Grace.

However, yes again, even for the growing believer, the developing disciple of Christ, full understanding of God’s Word, His Grace, His Love for us is a process.

We are human. We are fallible. And God the Father knows this, He created us and reconciled us back to Himself, even as we were sinners!

So yes, Grace conquers everything in our lives that does not line up with God’s perfect will for His children. However, like the child,who knew everything, above we wander. I know I do!

Does this mean we are no longer saved? Does it mean God stops loving and healing and protecting and forgiving …. NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow according to Hebrews 13:8.

It does mean, though, that we have to make the right choices, His choices. They’re right in the book and most of them stem on the direction to simply BELIEVE (now there’s a process right there!). It does mean that if we wander from His will there are consequences and those consequences are our LIFE LESSONS.

So I will say again …

God the Father restores … let us let Him restore us today!
I am healed, and I am working the process to complete healing and discipleship in Christ.

How ’bout you?

 

 

 

NOTHING … FMF


This is the place where once a week we take the chance to just write, and not worry if it’s just right or not.

For five minutes flat.

Here’s how the game works: you simply stop, drop and write. Set your words free. Don’t edit them, don’t fret over them, don’t try to make them perfect.

That’s how Five Minute Friday was born. Want to play? It’s fun. And it’s never too late to link up. Also? The awesome Karen whipped up a Facebook page where we can connect and talk all things writing beyond just Fridays! Click here to join us.

Then come take the Five Minute Friday challenge.

1. Write for only five minutes.
2. Link back here and invite others to play along.
3. Go high five the word artist who linked up before you with an awesome comment.

It’s liberating; give it a a try and see.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:

- See more at: http://lisajobaker.com/2014/05/five-minute-friday-nothing/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+thegypsymama+%2No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

5 Minute Friday … write for 5 minutes, no editing, no cleaning it up. Just write from the heart … tell your short story on the topic of the day and then share it with others at: http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

God says: GO!

Nothing Can Separate Us from God’s Love

What shall we say about such wonderful things as these? If God is for us, who can ever be against us? Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else? Who dares accuse us whom God has chosen for his own? No one—for God himself has given us right standing with himself. Who then will condemn us? No one—for Christ Jesus died for us and was raised to life for us, and he is sitting in the place of honor at God’s right hand, pleading for us.

Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?(As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.) No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us.

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

No nothing can separate us from God’s love … except for ourselves!

But then grace says … no NOTHING means NOTHING! I cannot even separate me from my Father God’s love; no not even if I try my darnedest

Ahhhh Grace … a man who perserveres through my doubt and fears. Jesus, who never leaves nor forsakes us, even in our darkest hour.

So I muddle through all the mire that this life brings to my doorstep. Sounds worse than it is, really.

The worst so far is cancer. Is that infirmity that frightens all of humanity. That dis-ease that causes the very thing within us that triggers it … resentment and anger.

indeed, NOTHING … we have persevered, we beat the first round and we are now in the second inning … It doesn’t mean we are not loved. Cancer is not a death sentence for some unknown felony in life … it is a trial like any other and we choose …

I call heaven and earth to witness against you today, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse. Therefore choose life, that you and your offspring may live,

LIFE!

STOP.

Scriptures used:

Romans 8:31-39; Deuteronomy 30:19 and Deuteronomy 31:6

O’ God … What doesn’t kill me makes YOU stronger ….


1401374938-50394bad-adad So I ask, why do I feel so weak?

Cancer sucks … it lies in wait and blindsides even the strongest of us.

No, I don’t have cancer! It’s worse than that … my love, my friend, the heart of my heart does, as many of you are aware.

Months and months of treatments and then a hiatus. He’s strong and healthy and happy. His body is still healing from the treatments; but for all intents and purposes he is well, whole.

God kept his promise of healing. He always keeps his promises, our life is living proof of that!

They say cancer is in everyone’s body, like a ticking bomb. Sometimes the bomb goes off and for some it never happens. I don’t trust the “theys”, I trust God.

God says we are healed from the time of our salvation. From the moment we open our blind eyes to the one and only one who can save us from our selfish humanity. I believe in healing … in the laying on of hands combined with the Mighty Word of God. No my hands will not heal you … but God, Jesus Christ, through my hands will heal you! I believe it!

The Hubs had the PET scan and the CAT scan after the hiatus and they “found” a spot on his liver. A tiny, minuscule spot of concern. The tests were done and we heard nothing. So confident in God’s Word and the adage that “No news is good news.” we went to a check up with the oncologist this past Tuesday, where we heard: “there’s a bit of bad news.”. “A few cells escaped to the liver.” the doctor said.

I barely cried this time. I just went numb and it felt like my head opened up and filled with clouds. In fact I’m still kind of numb.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger? Not according to my cloud filled numbness … I feel weak. I feel useless and angry and sad and just … broken.

I look at the only man God ever intended for me … his hair grown back and even losing the grey that came in when it came back from chemo … I see his bright blues and that wonderful smile and think, “this is not the face of dying, Amen!” This is the joy of a life renewed and I have to trust that. I have to trust God.

The world says that what does not kill us makes us stronger. … I don’t know about that! I believe what God’s Word says:

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9

I love inspirational quotes … I long to be a writer that people quote, in my human need to be heard. But right now I’d rather that only God hear me … hear my desperate plea that I am willing to give up all … my whole life, everything I have for YOU Father. But Lord, Daddy, can I please, please not lose this man. I’m reminding you Father, that you said we were healed. You said that if You were for us what could stand against us.

I believe … I believe … help me with this unbelief.

His strength is made perfect in my weakness, therefore I surrender. Actually I surrendered on Tuesday when the clouds dropped in and the numbness took hold and all I could do was pray thanksgiving for the promise of healing.

His grace is sufficient and my focus remains on Jesus.

 

Good Friday … What Our King did for EVERY.ONE.OF.US. ~ EVERY.ONE.


I wrote this in 2008 … and today I reflect on this Tremendous act of Unconditional Love poured out for all of us … ALL OF US. EVERY.ONE.

Unconditional Love -

Every nerve and sinew in his body screams in pain. Unimaginable pain, with the intense heat like that of the midday sun. The thought of one more step assaults his senses. Yet the consequences for stopping sets a chill in his blood. This sacrifice was always beyond his human control, yet he had chosen, still, to come. The heavy, rustic beam he bears upon his back literally carries the weight of the world. The dead weight of a lost world. Scraping and tearing at his raw skin, the weight of it bears upon his very soul. Sweat and blood pour into his eyes, blurring his vision as he looks up and begins to pray. Determinedly, he raises his eyes to the heavens, in prayer. dismissing the pain in his body.
Throngs of people bustle about. Some entertained, still others appear to be in mourning, somehow. Do they understand? Can they possibly know the cost of what is happening? Sadly, he thinks, most do not. Worse, some never will. It is for those, the very ones who do not know, that he endures this to the end. A necessity, he knows, for humanity.
From the very beginning he knew the outcome of his last three years on this earth. The consequences of the choice he made. His humanity takes him aback, astonished to realize the fear and the desire to be released from this task. He begins, himself, asking why; just like a man, he thinks to himself. Yet, the ultimate knowledge of the necessity of all of this remains the reason he came to this place, after all.
Finding himself at his destination, a sigh of exhaustion escapes. Very soon now, he thinks to himself. God’s will be done, he prays. Silently his glance grazes the crowd. Brutally he is thrown upon the beam he carried to this ravaged place. The loud din of the crowd molests his ears. He senses familiar presences in the crowd. They are here, doing just the things that were spoken at their dinner on the previous night.
His brothers do all of the things prophesied, to their horror and shame. They look on in sorrow and revulsion. Ashamed of their acts of denial and their human inability to stop the looming end to this saga. Not able to truly understand the necessity. These chosen followers remain unaware of their importance in this history of the world. Yet they stand upon the threshold of that understanding.
Intense flaming pain pierces his thoughts. His prayer is continual now, he seeks the end of this ordeal. Fiery pokers of shoot from his fingertips up his arms with lightning speed, as they are secured to the beam. His feet and legs feel this immensity of agony next. Then the bottom falls out.
He is raised above the crowd. A sense of vertigo takes hold as he is swung from ground level to the heights of heaven. Audible gasps and cries are clearly heard, even a familiar scream, muffled in fear. The weight of his slight frame assaulted by the pin point agony in his hands and feet, as all of his weight is bore by his agony weakened limbs, being held by only course nails. Cramping pain begins to pulsate within the muscles of these limbs. Vibrating through him with each beat of his heart.
Aware of those to each side of him, he looks to his right. Anger and disdain assault him from this side. A soul, unclean with anger, shouts obscenities and accusations his way. Turning his eyes and head from this sin, his sights meet those of a repentant man. This man acknowledges him in a way many have not. Somehow in his own repentance, he knows. Knows the identity of this middle man; this sacrificial life.
The thief begs his forgiveness, unashamedly. Admitting that this fate was earned by his own choice of actions. The man in the middle reassures this repentant soul. Promising that the kingdom of God would be his fate; assuring the thief that they will be joined there this very day, in paradise. With no doubt the repentant man believes.
With that the skies muddy to gray. Flashes of lightening, that only an angry God can create, lights the dank atmosphere. The wind picks up and the clouds move violently across the sky. The man looks up, with every ounce of energy spent. With his last bit of life he cries out to God. Forgive them Father, is his first intercessory prayer. They know not what they do! With that intercession complete he looks forward into the crowd. As the first drop of rain falls from the Creator’s eye, the man gives up his life and cries out, ‘It is done”. And he is gone.
Faintly in the distance a rending can be heard. A veil, thick with the blood of the Son of God, is rent from top to bottom. Fulfilling the words of the prophets and saving the world. With the fulfillment of the law a new covenant begins. The law obsolete and the old gone away.
All things are new. A new faith is born. A new hope is sown in the field of humanity. Three days will prove the words of the prophets of old. The keys to heaven will be restored to the rightful heir.
One act of unconditional love saves all of humanity.
One act of unconditional love moves the hand of God.
One act of unconditional love, from brother to brother, saves a world of souls. One act of unimaginable and unconditional love provides the inheritance to all, each and everyone.