Lord you woke me up,
but there is no speech. Why did you wake me, From my sleep? I can’t hear your voice, but I can feel your heaviness and it runs very deep. Are you grieving the memory of your Son, when the time of his terrible baptism had come? I can see him crying in the Garden of Gethsemane, kneeling down and praying beneath the olive tree; he has so much grief and anxiety, that his tears begin to bleed. How did he do it, Father? I can’t imagine the pain that he endured. He knew what was coming, but he did not run. I guess as a parent I can begin to see, the unconditional love that you have for me. But it was your Son, God. How could that be? It is unfathomable, the grafting that is done inside your family tree. To die for your children makes perfect sense to me, but to die for your accuser is hard to conceive. He was wrongfully charged by the mouths of his own men. He was put to shame and viciously condemned. Yet he took it all, like a lamb led to slaughter. He kept your command, Father and he did not falter. His mouth was bound by your own hand. He did not deviate from the master plan. Genesis through Revelation is just a glimpse, to think differently would be remiss. It’s enough for the seeker to come and explore, but it’s only the beginning of the fear of the Lord. Your Spirit has revealed there is so much more. When we trust in Him, we begin to see, there’s an ocean of knowledge that runs super deep. All our generations are but a blink of your eye, to our everlasting God who lives beyond the sky. Jesus came to live among us as fully God and fully man; He came to redeem us and restore the heart of man. Those who know him, will begin to understand the parables he spoke into this ignorant land. Some will ask and want to know, Some will receive and begin to grow, Some will reject and spit in his face, Others will persecute and have no grace. On the night of his capture, Judas betrayed him for “silver and gold”; Peter denied him three times in the crowd, he didn’t want others to know that he and Jesus were bro’s. There were few in the crowd who testified for him, even when they witnessed the miracles he did for them. He raised the dead, and cast demons out of men; He healed the sick and gave sight to blind men. He spoke the truth in love to them, yet they chose to deny that he was the Savior who was prophesied to them. Most turned a blind eye, and turned their shoulder to him. They bowed to the rulers and priests that lived among them. They followed the crowd and listened to the accusations of men, instead of interceding and testifying for him. It is no different than the times that we are currently in; today we focus on the government, and the laws of men. We give praise to humanity instead of honoring the authority of him. The SELF has become the apple of our eye. PRIDE is embedded in the nature of “I”. Jesus was tortured to the point of death, while everyone stood silent, and lipped their regrets. People were afraid of the rulers who lived in their sects; People feared persecution bestowed to heretics. It breaks my heart to say that I lived among that tribe. I was afraid to share my faith, and instead chose to hide. I cared so much what people would think, if they knew in my heart I was a “Jesus Freak”. Would they be mad for not believing like them? Would I be insulted? Would I be condemned? Would they laugh in my face, And call me a disgrace? Would they ridicule me for relying on God and not trusting my culture's ways? Would they twist my words and make me believe that I am bad for not worshiping humanity? Would they call me a farce and laugh in my face, when I screw up and make my mistakes? Would they assume I was uneducated and not skilled in men? Would they consider me infantile for not believing like them? Would they call me a fool, and think I am burden to men? Would they accuse me of not loving, for holding the truth up to them? Since my master's degree is in psychology, would my peers deny me when I highlight spirituality? All of these beliefs kept me in sin; I kept missing the mark by conforming to men. I’m not saying that I am good, because by myself I am falsehood. But by his blood, I am redeemed By his blood I have been set free. I can stand on his Word. I can testify to him. I speak grace in truth, and still love my fellow men. I do not need to falter by succumbing to men, because I firmly rooted in the Great I Am! So on this day, when I think of Him. I lay down my life in honor of him. He died on the cross to set me free I can't imagine anything that is a better gift for me. Not only did he free me from eternal death, but he taught me how to repent and rest. On this Good Friday Eve, I sit in reverence for my King. Jesus sits at the right of hand of God and makes intercession for me. Holy Spirit, I feel your grief the darkness is heavy but it’s only brief. I know your quiet, in remembrance of him, who gave his life to save us from sin. so as I ponder his great name. I say “Jesus is my savior, and it is his name that I will proclaim.”
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