I’m breaking through some afflictions today using the proven strategy of amazing-worship-on-repeat. Today’s blessed weapon of choice:
Oh, this song. This song!
“The skies lay low where you are. On the earth you rest your feet.
Yet the hands that cradle the stars are the hands that bled for me.”
God is big, and He is good. And no matter what I face, He is there.
And though I know this, I still fall apart at times.
Like, fall… and hit the ground completely broken.
But today I’m just stricken with pure overwhelm as I remember His nearness, and what that proximity actually means.
For He is not only above or around me, but BESIDE me.
And I don’t just have access to Him by some luck of the draw or chance occurrence..
I have access because He went out of His way to make Himself accessible.
He came down and wore flesh and loved me all the way to His last mortal breath.
And then He came back--to show this world that His promise was real and His covenant is strong, and His death was the best thing that could ever happen to us.
I think of the two men being crucified with him.
One called out.. “Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
Jesus replied.. “Today you will be with me in paradise.”
Even as He faded He was merciful.
He was beaten and bloody, but only really broken by His insane love for those that stood before him and hung next to Him.
I imagine the position of those three crosses, and wonder whether the thief could see Jesus’ face as he spoke to Him. I wonder if He caught a glimpse of his Savior's gracious gaze as he faithfully asked for His consideration.
And then I ponder what is not written.. what happened after that.
The silent conversation between their human hearts.
Dying eyes suddenly brought to life.
Two strong silhouettes meeting God side-by-side in a fury of light that evening..
the first of many that Jesus would escort home.
A torn veil served as the reminder of the moment He made a way.
Blood-soaked earth lay like a pot of gold; precious currency for each soul that was and was to come.
And I, too, am found in this aftermath.
For Jesus is with me here.
Whispering promises to a dying human heart.
Tempering a spirit desperate for its homecoming.