Wednesday, July 13, 2011

His pain

Why did you create?

Why did you, knowing what would happen (Is. 46:10) – the rebellion, the accusations, the torture, rape, abuse, rage, anger, violence and terror?

Genesis 8:21

The LORD smelled the soothing aroma; and the LORD said to Himself, “I will never again curse the ground on account of man, for the intent of man’s heart is evil from his youth; and I will never again destroy every living thing, as I have done.
Does your heart break? Does your anger explode? What are you like to be around in your anger? Do you weep rivers of tears? Are you sad?

Are you conflicted with joy and deep sorrow, in the wedding feast and the judgment of the damned?

When we are laughing and dancing at the wedding will part of you weep for the tribulation, insanity and judgment?

Where are you? What are you thinking? How can I help with your pain?

What percentage / how many of your followers pray that you would be famous, that your pain and fight for our behalf would come to an end and that you would rest? How many of us pray incessitantly for our own welfase, like a bunch of whiny children?

Luke 2:11 - Heaven rejoiced that Christ came to suffer for us. Was your heart torn? Were their tears behind the joy of redemption.

You encouraged your son in the garden. When He asked "Father, forgive them for they don't know what they are doing", was He holding you back? His Father, who carried rage and brokenness.

Jesus wanted another way in the garden. Did you want to quit at the cross? To curse all of us and cast us all into eternal torment and to put all of our memories in the sea of forgetfulness and remember us no more?

He could have called 12 legions of angels - swords sharp and fully prepared to destroy us all. One angel could have done the job, but 12 legions were ready. They were on scene in Bethlehem. They were online and ready in the garden. Were they just behind the veil seithing at the torture, humiliation and death of the most High?

When the mockers came, were the knives at their throats and your army looking intently at your face for any sign?

Am I ridiculous in these questions?

I can only imagine.

I am in love with you and anxious to see you. Anxious and terrified simultaneously. Anxious to see all made right and to see you at rest and peace with all that is around you.

I love you.
Greg

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