"I know in the age that we live it is not at all politically correct to say the name of Jesus Christ in places like this. To bring Him into these sorts of meetings because His name can make people so terribly uncomfortable. But I didn't survive so I could make everyone comfortable." -Gianna Jessen, Abortion Survivor
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
No Ordinary Love
Imagine what it would be to take the burden of another's heart. All of their worries and troubles now weigh impossibly on your chest. All their secret thoughts and needs, everything they've kept hidden for a hundred years, stings your spirit heavily and tempts your flesh. Could you stand being now doubled over in temptation, is it not hard enough reigning your own thoughts in? Every whir and drum of their heart now beats irregularly to the thrum of your own. How could you bear it? How could you handle taking on the emotional responsibility of everything another person could possibly feel? Would the burden not crush your own heart in it's attempt to carry two?
Now imagine laying on cross, nails in your hands and feet. Every breath makes your ribs creak in tortured pain, every moment your body weighs heavier upon the three thick nails that are holding you up. Now you're taking on not just the burden of one persons heart but the entire world. All the secrets of every troubled soul stir in your ear. If they are tempted, you are tempted. If the masses have killed, raped, or ever kept any evil hidden in their breast, now you bear it in your own. Their sin is your sin, their hearts press your heart. And somehow you have to resist the temptations of the whole world. You have to resist blaming them, you have to forgive! Forgive those who have torn your place of sanctuary apart and place their dirtied feet in your unblemished home. You're being crushed by the weight of a billion rocky souls and yet you must have compassion, compassion enough to cover the hearts of all. Your heart has to be big enough to not only withstand their torment but wash it with an ocean's worth of love. This is impossible. This was Jesus. This is our God! How GREAT! How wonderful! How beautiful! To have carried my filth and shame and felt my heart like it was His own, (He probably knows it better then I do myself) and to still love me. To love me. To hold me and kiss me and give me destiny and purpose. To know every inner temptaion that I face and still say, "Forgive them for they know not what they do." AAHHHHHHHHH!
This is no ordinary love.
Now imagine laying on cross, nails in your hands and feet. Every breath makes your ribs creak in tortured pain, every moment your body weighs heavier upon the three thick nails that are holding you up. Now you're taking on not just the burden of one persons heart but the entire world. All the secrets of every troubled soul stir in your ear. If they are tempted, you are tempted. If the masses have killed, raped, or ever kept any evil hidden in their breast, now you bear it in your own. Their sin is your sin, their hearts press your heart. And somehow you have to resist the temptations of the whole world. You have to resist blaming them, you have to forgive! Forgive those who have torn your place of sanctuary apart and place their dirtied feet in your unblemished home. You're being crushed by the weight of a billion rocky souls and yet you must have compassion, compassion enough to cover the hearts of all. Your heart has to be big enough to not only withstand their torment but wash it with an ocean's worth of love. This is impossible. This was Jesus. This is our God! How GREAT! How wonderful! How beautiful! To have carried my filth and shame and felt my heart like it was His own, (He probably knows it better then I do myself) and to still love me. To love me. To hold me and kiss me and give me destiny and purpose. To know every inner temptaion that I face and still say, "Forgive them for they know not what they do." AAHHHHHHHHH!
This is no ordinary love.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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