Oh wretched man as I look up to the Cross and see the pain I’ve caused Him as He shouldered my wickedness.  Something broke inside of me, cracked, irreparable by worldly surgery.  Then I was forced to look again and realized My God was no longer there, on that tree, that statue raised in remembrance of His sacrifice, His Kingship, Glory and Love.  He had born the sins of the world and taken back our future, purchasing us with His cleansing blood.  You see it is the blood that we cannot withstand, for it represents the gift of life to us and to those who cannot see it is foolishness.

My God is not there on that cross, He has gone home to prepare a place for us so that we may be with Him throughout eternity.  And while we wait we see the brutal misgivings of a world that will not accept the gift of His grace.  A world that refuses purification through repentance, belief and faith.  He is seated bearing witness to the Father, silencing the accuser about those for whom He made an impossible sacrifice.  My name has come up in that Holy place.  To think that I am known to the Maker of this and every universe shatters whatever resolve remained.  I am no longer broken, I have been made anew, built of the stuff that only gets better with age.  He is waiting up there until we are ready and have fulfilled our responsibility so that no one is left without the opportunity to hear and accept the truth.  For that is How much He loves all of us.

On the cross He paid the price, now He waits for all to come to Him.  These gifts are beyond my comprehension.  Creation, abundance, life, sacrifice and the greatest for me to understand, patience.  He waits so that eyes may be opened and hearts made free and alive.  Lord let me love them and have patience for them as You have.  Give me a vision of Your Love for us that would cause You to go to such lengths to preserve each and every one of us.  Let the healing You have done in me give me compassion and understanding for all the other broken souls I encounter on my march to that faithful day.  That faithful day when I get to fall at Your feet and tell You how much I love You.  Glory to You.  King Jesus.