Sorrow in Truth

What then shall we say when we are in such great sorrow, such loss, such torment from horrid events un-preceded by the qualifier, the validating word "seemingly?" What then shall we say to those whose tears flow unceasingly from their chins that torrents of angst crash wave upon wave as those torrents find their way to the soil beneath their feet making mud of a day in the life not to be forgotten?

Shall we say, "I am so sorry... is there anything I can do?" Should silence be our comfort, present yet quiet in the presence of such gripping and paralyzing pain that our normally chatty mouths fall silent, in requiem of thought words fail us... Comfort in the time of such pain, such utterly unjust suffering is conspicuously absent.

Yeshua! Yeshua Abi Ad! Unknown roads to we simple souls ambling about the dirt of Earth know nothing of Jesus' sacrifice for us, me and you. We know nothing of it because we cannot imagine the prayer of Yeshua in the Garden of Gethsemene, pleading with His Father to take this cup from His shoulders, it is is His Will. IF, in this case is plead through hematidrosis, or sweating literal blood. The "wait" of the world of sin rested upon His, Yeshua's shoulders while a madding crowd clammored for His crucifixion... Innocent yet condemned. The world waited for hope while yet they murdered He who bore their weight, our burden of sin.

What held Him to the post while He was being whipped mercilessly by the Roman Guards? What held Him to the cross as He walked, fell, and slid hundreds of yards with a petibulum upon His torn and shredded back? He, Yeshua did not deserve this because He was innocent of sin, it was me, ME who deserved the weight upon my pitiful shoulders because it is I, my sin. My wrongs for which He went willingly to the torture and death, nailed to a cross He didn't deserve, in my place, in MY place. What could it have been to keep Him upon the cross? Was it the nails?

No, the nails did not keep Him upon the cross. What could have driven Him to suffer so unjust a punishment? What drove His steps to the foot of the cross when His steps were yet perfect and just? What kept Jesus of Nazareth on the cross, the nails?

No, it was Love - perfect Love of which we truly do not fully comprehend.

What keeps us nailed to our "crosses?" Those self-imposed crosses that we cannot quite escape yet we consistently plod toward our habits that haunt us, decisions that we fear, choices we must make and yet we concede we cannot make the decision because the weight of the world, or our family rests upon our shoulders to make the right choice... What keeps us standing in the gap for our family, going to work when it seems we are swimming up stream in a deadly current of challenge? What keeps us on task? Love.

What kept Jesus on the cross? The nails? No, it was Love, perfect Love for you and I that we may never truly understand until upon His face we stare, amazed, in awe, in person with the One who gave all for us, because He loves us. No, the nails, nor the guards, nor the crooked High Priests, nor the angry crowd, not even Satan Himself kept Jesus on the cross because they could not. He could have upon the whisper of His voice been raised above the cross in glory and power, the suffering and humiliation to end.... Not even God, His very Father kept Jesus upon the cross.... It was, it is, Jesus' Love for us.

Whatever your decision, whatever your sorrow, whatever seems insurmountable in your life know this.... Jesus is merely a prayer away. He is our wise Counselor, or Friend, our Guide, our Comforter, our Provider.

Some of you are paralyzed by this economy and you sleep in fear every night awaiting the next reel of bad news... some of you cannot sleep. Fear grips you. Indecision paralyzes you. Know this and do not forget; that same Jesus Christ who willingly went to the cross to die an unjust and horrific death did not stay on the cross, nor did He stay dead... He lives today and He loves you.

It is time you had a chat with Jesus, and listened to what He has to say. Sometimes He will direct us to do what hurts us for awhile.... Giving up a job, a habit or habits... giving up an affair you think no one knows about, anger you think no one notices, greed you think is highly appropriate among your peers..... There is much sorrow in Truth sometimes.

However; the Truth doesn't always have to hurt....