Sunday, May 17, 2009
You are a beautiful, unrepeatable Miracle.
You are worth the air you breathe and the space you take up.
God did not make a mistake when He created you.
Ree says that those words are a fundamental truth. Today, You showed me. You showed my heart. The story:
Today in church, they started playing “Above All.” I love that song. But when I started singing, God said to listen. To hear what He was saying to me. So I listened.
Above all powers, Above all kings,
Above all nature, and all created things
Above all wisdom, and all the ways of man,
You were here before the world began…
And the words sank in. God is great. He is high in power and authority. Great, valuable, wise, eternal. Then the song takes a plunge and a twist – suddenly:
Crucified, Laid behind a stone
You lived to die, Rejected and alone
Like a rose, Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
The point flew home. The death, burial, and resurrection – they were all for me. He gave me a snapshot in my head. Here’s the closest I can get to doing it justice:
It’s a garden. There’s a stone tomb, and the stone is rolled away. I see two people, Yeshua, and me. Yeshua has resurrected. He grabs me and lifts me off the ground. He’s overjoyed. I am His beautiful, unrepeatable miracle. He has fought a hard battle, but it’s over. He has won. And I am the prize. There has been an epic duel, with me as the stakes. Jesus has won. So His arms encircle me and He lifts my feet off the ground and spins us around. “I got you!” He says.
A dark, sinister tower. I was held captive by sin and shame. Caught like a damsel in distress. Jesus scales the walls and rescues me. His love breaks my chains; I’m free. Free at last, and loved. He’s Aslan, at the stone table:
“When a willing victim dies in a traitor’s stead, the stone table will crack, and
Then, to the witch’s house, to awaken the dead. And to the battle.
I’m afraid that art has portrayed Him as much
“Jesus Christ, for the
set before Him,
endured the cross,
despising its shame,
and sat down at the right hand
of the Father.
I’m the treasure the man found in the field.
I’m the pearl of great price.
I’m the one God sold everything for and bought.
I’m the joy set before Him.
The goal of God’s earth-mission was
to get me.
I am the damsel in distress,
He is my hero.
I’m the one that He rescued
because He lovingly wanted me.
When Jesus fought death, my soul was on the line.
He does not see me as “boy, he needs a lot of work.”
He sees me as the prize.
I’m Sleeping Beauty; He’s the prince who slays the dragon.
I have worth. I have value. He wants me. I was His from the start – His beautiful, unrepeatable miracle. But I was stolen.
And now He got me back. He won. He rescued me. With everyone else.
And this changes everything.
Thank You So Much God!!!