Monday, March 14, 2011

A reflection.

The mirror kind.

I'm convinced God put him in my life so that I could see myself more clearly.

A sight of an appalling and true kind.

The bleed from the wound he inflicted reveals a double-sourced flow.

It stains the one hand with the blood of the defrauded crying for justice, and washes the other with the blood of the Lamb slaughtered pleading pardon for the guilty.

The pain for years bisected my faith between the LORD who meets the poor, the orphaned, the widowed, the needy--and the God who abandoned his crucified son.

I'd heard it said that the LORD my God, the LORD, was One.

I could not see it.

Still an ass after all these years.  Still justifying his crimes and buffering his conscience.  Said I obviously just wanted to make him feel bad.

A forgiven ass, I told him.

Released him, because Christ has freed me, has covered me.  Because He stands to offer the same freedom and healing to the perpetrator as to the victim. The world does not divide neatly into these categories, for all have sinned and fallen short.  But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God.

He responded near to Well that's nice, I've forgiven myself too.  Not sure why you felt the need to tell me, I already know all this.  I've moved on.

How could a life upheld by such grace not be transformed, I thought distinctly.

At times I feel like my Father in Heaven is giving me a cosmic noogie, and Friday afternoon was one of those times.

But for Your grace, Lord...
I would still be a slave in מצרים
Thank You for bringing me home,
for making all things new.

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