Sometimes we just need to break down.
Breakdown wills that don’t line up with His, pride that pouts while pointing fingers as it parades like a princess in a tarnished crown; strongholds that hold us hard; and a faded past that we need to let go…
Breakdown and have a good cry. Acid rain eroding soil that spoiled in a dry and dusty heart that reigned sin.
Have hot tears like this ever flooded you? When you’ve let down your guard and your mind swirls old? Stuck in the former that He has long forgotten?
Until He reminds: You ARE a NEW creation.
Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! All this comes from the God who settled the relationship between us and him, and then called us to settle our relationships with each other.
2 Corinthians 5:17
Since we are forgiven and made new in Christ, let’s shake off the shackles letting love loose so we can really live.
Life springs new when the stone is rolled away.
And lent is all about love, isn’t it? And the new life that love brought us.
Love’s sweat equity rendered in blood. Love’s sacrifice on a hill where the cross pierced the horizon and His sinless body was pierced for our transgressions.
Body piercings a cry for attention and for love.
And in attending to the sins of the world, Jesus shed abroad a love that knows no bounds.
A love that reaches to the far distant corners of the cosmos that it created and is yet no further away than the cry of a humbled, repentant heart. A heart crying out for change.
His heart crying in agony to the Father, whose own heart stepped back broken, watching His son slip into death.
Death by sin, ours. Nails pounded in place so that we could take our place in the heavenly realms.
And an enemy who never gives up, gloating over a presumed win short lived. For the third day proved Christ’s victory in mighty resurrection glory. Him alive again, our freedom won.
Lent reminds us to never give up but to always give in, bending the knee to our Lord in obedience and awe and running the race until the prize is won.
Yet, my brothers, I do not consider myself to have “arrived”, spiritually, nor do I consider myself already perfect. But I keep going on, grasping ever more firmly that purpose for which Christ grasped me. My brothers, I do not consider myself to have fully grasped it even now. But I do concentrate on this: I leave the past behind and with hands outstretched to whatever lies ahead I go straight for the goal—my reward the honor of being called by God in Christ.
And in all things always giving Him our thanks.
But how can we ever really thank Him enough?
We can obey Him.
We can follow His word all the way to the Cross and back.
But we can only follow His word if we know His word.
And let’s do it all in love, not fear,or compulsion.
And my hand and my heart, they’ll keep stretching out to Him until all the walls are broken down, nothing holding me back. Never giving up, nor looking back.
Jesus said to the man, “Stretch out your hand!” He did stretch it out, and it was restored as sound as the other.
Me and you stretching and reaching, and Him bending low to pick up our pieces, loving and restoring us.
And grace calls my name and yours and cheers us on in this race called life where Love lights our course even on the darkest nights and there’s healing in every step we take when we hold His hand.
So even when weary, I’ll keep running the race…
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