Christ sheds tears for his children
November 11, 2016 - accent chair
Imagine a elementary set adult for a video shoot. A camera and a splendid light gawk on a sole chair opposite a simple, plain backdrop.
As a camera rolls, one male walks adult to a chair and sits down. He is tall. The camera has to vessel behind to fit his top physique in a frame. He has a kind face. A grin rises a corners of a man’s lips and eyes. He places his hands simply on his path and looks directly during a camera. Whether we notice wounds in His hands or a adore in His eyes, it is apparent that a male is Jesus.
A elementary doubt is acted to a male in a chair. “Who do we love?” Jesus’ grin widens. He leans brazen eagerly. “Joanne is a adore of my life.” “Paul is a apple of my eye.” “I adore Denee, Jessica, Phillip, John…” He says your name, too. Then He starts to speak about you. “Nothing creates her grin a approach song does.” “He is always creation people laugh.” “When he was little, he…” “…and that was a best day of her life.” “She could speak for hours about…”
He continues. He knows all about you. He talks about what creates we grin and what creates we cry. He describes your pet peeves and your favorite things. He describes your many changed memories. He knows who your best crony is, your favorite pastime, and your many annoying moment. He proudly describes your achievements, your dreams, and your goals.
Jesus talks and talks and then, all of a sudden, He pauses. His grin fades away. His eyes cloud with pain. “I adore her so. we adore him so much! But he doesn’t adore me. She doesn’t adore me.” His brow furrows as He continues.
“Sometimes she smokes weed or drinks alcohol. we can literally feel it destroying her body, though she doesn’t listen to me.” His voice breaks, his chest heaves, and His eyes tighten as a pain overwhelms Him.
“You see, we died for him, that’s how critical he is to me, though he is so proud.” He shakes His head.
“There are so many doors we wish to open for him, so many opportunities we am so prepared to give him!” Jesus leans forward, holding out His hands as if He hold a present in any one. “But he ignores me.”
“I can’t get adequate of her, though her goodness is like a morning dew. Every now and afterwards she’ll peek my way.
She’ll take a demeanour during a fun and assent and complacency we have watchful for her! But with each film and with each TV uncover and with each YouTube video, she drowns me out. She pushes me away.” Jesus’ eyes fill. Again and again, a bleeding hands strech adult and clean divided tears.
“All we want, all we wish is to save her! we wish to be with him forever. we wish to change her life and clean divided his tears. we keep revelation her this, each possibility we get. I’m station here, waiting, vagrant him to let go of impiety and to have loyal Life! This present is so free, so easy, though they won’t – ” Jesus takes a exhale and swallows a moan – “they won’t accept it. They won’t accept it.”
What does Jesus contend about you? What tears has He strew over you?
How many times has He tapped we on a shoulder, vagrant we to leave a universe behind and live a life so inexplicably filled with adore and assent that it will take your exhale away?
How many times have we abandoned Him, brushed Him off for something some-more “fun”? What will it take for we to obey your life to a Man who loves you?