The Price You Pay.
Could you hear them that morning as they fell to the floor?
One
by one…
in piercing
slow motion…
cling… cling…cling.
30 sounds of the price of betrayal
that penetrates to the depths of your heart.
Like the wound from the jab of the blade
that punctured your side.
I stand holding the counterfeit currency
and blood-soaked spear
looking for a place to hang my head.
The price I pay to betray God. At times in my life I have been willing to sell out for much less than 30 silver coins. On my journey I have walked away from the Lover of my soul for the attention, approval, and appreciation of the authorities in my life. I’ve done it for the money and I have done for the eyes that elevated me to the cross that I didn’t or couldn't carry. There was a time in my life that I actually thought I could fool or deceive God; I only mocked myself. There were times in my life I justified my betrayal of God but it was me who I deceived. It only leaves me feeling ashamed, alone, and abandoned. The price was too high, for the cost was my soul…
Still, Love’s scared hands reached to embrace me.
I've touched the wounds of the hands that hold me
and now I believe.
I never, ever want to let go of those hands.
7 Comments:
Very, very good thoughts. Thanks for your honesty.
At a particularly low point in my life, I felt like I was falling falling off a cliff down into an abyss. Jesus showed me that it was at this time I fell over the cliff into his hands the other side of the edge. Jesus has some very big hands to hold us.
Excellent. I'm enjoying visiting yoru blog. Umm.. "enjoying" isn't a good word for a post like yours today ... I'm touched. That sounds trite. How about ... I saw myself in your words...and I wanted to rush into the arms of Abba.
Thanks.
Well, Rick, we are definitely "twin sons of different mothers" - if you needed any more proof, check out my post this morning, about 2 hours before yours went up. A wise man once said, "A coincidence is simply a miracle in which God chooses to preserve His anonymity..." Here I am, fourteen hours later, marveling how the Spirit moves us!
I wish I could say "I never, ever want to let go of those hands." But talk to me the Wednesday after Easter, and see where my spiritual condition is. Me, I wouldn't take that bet...
You continue to bless me, brother Rick. Thanks.
great post bro...
how we could ever convince ourselves that we could hoodwink the Almighty is beyond me...
i've ended up pulling the sheet off of my head more times than i can count...
Grace...greater than all our sin...
Brilliant, thoughtful post.
nice. I enjoyed this.
getting over on God? seemed like a full time job for a while.
sold my integrity for a parking place. amoung other things.
grace always brings me home, to my knees, sometimes with a sadness and repentant heart...but always with a smile...
after 16 years as a junkie...grace, always grace. pursuing, drawing, loving.
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