The Great Teacher, the God-Man, Divine, yet Present, He has
healed many, but He won’t on this day.
He had readied Himself to teach, but now they bring me before Him. Pointing fingers, raising up voices of
condemnation, threats against me for what I have done. They see me worthy of death, but today on this day, they stay
their hands. They want this great
Jesus to sound the alarm of my execution.
For What I’ve Done.
I have no defense.
Even if I did, there is no one who would stand with me. I am caught, alone, ashamed, and very
much afraid. All I can do is wait
for this Man to agree with these teachers and condemn me. My life has been a half-life, unworthy,
a life lived against the law of God, and I am unclean. I know it, I can feel it within.
As I stand without hope, this Holy one, yes I’ve heard of
Him. He speaks with
authority. He begins to write in the
sand. And, then he speaks, I
cringe. Suddenly, I watch as my
accusers lower their heads and walk away.
One by one, my accusers have left and I…am…still…alive. As I begin to attempt to replay in my
mind what words he spoke to the crowd, he addresses me directly. He pronounces no condemnation over me,
advises me to leave my life of sin.
I look into His eyes, all I can see is love. I see a resolve within Him that I cannot understand. How can He, a man who teaches
above the law, withhold condemnation?
So here I am, alone.
My accusers have left, the only one apparently worthy to accuse me, has
chosen another way. He withheld condemnation,
stayed my execution. He has given
me a new chance at life, and now I have a choice.
Will I choose to live a full life, a good life or will I
give into the voice of my accusers and stay in who I’ve believed myself to be,
a sinner without hope?
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It’s been some time, but there He is again, this Jesus. Except now the crowds are accusing
Him. He’s lifted up and just gave
His last breath. The world now
holds theirs.
3 days have passed.
This Jesus is ALIVE. I
understand. He died in my place.
For Me. Oh to live a life
worthy of the gift He’s given.
Free. Not onto
myself, but onto Christ. Silence
the voice of my accusers, and the voice from within, I will follow the life
that He lived. I will follow
Jesus. He gave His life, I will live accordingly.
For further reading:
John 7:53-8:11
Phil. 1:27
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