Sep 13, 2013

"The King told me to get you, and so I am..."

Mercy
GO!


Rage.
Guilt.
Shame. 

Imprisoned by my own pride.
Closed in with my Sin
The images of my Judas-kiss cover the walls of my cell.

I sit with my knees to my chest, back against the corner
Something is moving in the shadows across the room
The fear and cold and self-loathing threaten to cover me

There is water dripping somewhere nearby
Each drop on the ground sprays me with shards of glass
You are worthless {drip} hopeless {drip} pointless {drip}

I can smell fresh air coming from a crack in the door
I can feel the heat pouring through
I can see the light shining into those shadows

Yet still I sit.  In the damp and cold, tucked into a corner of misery.
I sit.  I wait.  I listen to the drips that tear me to shreds with each drip.
I try to get comfortable, even as I feel sick that I am sitting here again.

The door swings open and He is standing there
A fierce Warrior King, with a voice like thunder, dressed in a white robe
Yet His voice is tender and flows over me like warm water on a cold day

He holds His hand out and waits expectantly
"My love, My child, why are you in here? Come out."
I look at my filthy hands, hide them behind my back, I can't imagine touching Him.

I shake my head. "I am too filthy, I am too ruined, no, my Lord, I wouldn't dare."
He disappears from view, I am bereft for a second, then another takes his place.
This other is someone I know, one who I hurt on my way to this cell.

He stands in the doorway and looks at me with pain in his eyes
He is still injured and bleeding, yet his arms are strong, his hands calloused
I cover my face, I fear what he could do to me, what I deserve

I remember the hard stones I hurled at him, the knife I sank into his exposed flesh
I fear the justice that is owed me, the verdict that could send me away forever.
I hear them talking to one another, in quiet tones I can't quite make out.

Suddenly I feel hands lifting my head, pulling my arms away from my face
I lift my eyes and expect to see the Warrior King standing in the filth of my cell
Instead, it is him, the one who I hurt, who I had promised to love, handling me gently.

I look in wonder as he takes my filthy hands and raises me to my feet
My legs are wobbly, I protest, insist I deserve to be where I am.
I refuse to leave, and tell him to go, to leave me to my cell, or to strike me where I stand.

This grace overwhelms me. This mercy burns me. This love confuses me. I cannot deserve it.
He smiles then, a sad sort of smile, "No one deserves this mercy, this grace, this love."
He pulls me one step at a time to the doorway, "But the King told me to get you, and so I am."

So I allow myself to be swept out of my cell in a flood of mercy.
I look back, just once, and realize that there were no locks on the door.
I look at the one who helped me and recognize the other half of my heart.

Redeemed
Forgiven
Loved

STOP


"It wasn’t so long ago that you were mired in that old stagnant life of sin. You let the world, which doesn’t know the first thing about living, tell you how to live. You filled your lungs with polluted unbelief, and then exhaled disobedience. We all did it, all of us doing what we felt like doing, when we felt like doing it, all of us in the same boat. It’s a wonder God didn’t lose his temper and do away with the whole lot of us. Instead, immense in mercy and with an incredible love, he embraced us. He took our sin-dead lives and made us alive in Christ. He did all this on his own, with no help from us! Then he picked us up and set us down in highest heaven in company with Jesus, our Messiah." Ephesians 2:1-6 (MSG)

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5 comments:

  1. NJ @ A Cookie Before DinnerSeptember 13, 2013 at 10:40 AM

    "This grace overwhelms me. This mercy burns me. This love confuses me. I cannot deserve it.He smiles then, a sad sort of smile, "No one deserves this mercy, this grace, this love."
    He pulls me one step at a time to the doorway, "But the King told me to get you, and so I am." Powerful imagery of wonderful grace and mercy here. Lovely lovely lovely writing!

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  2. WOW, this is intense, and beautiful and oh so full of mercy. I am so thankful you finished it!

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  3. Thank you Barbie! Aren't we so fortunate to have such a merciful King?!

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  4. Just beautiful...LOVED reading this. Thank you for sharing! :)

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