****I read a marvelous post yesterday over on Mel Wild’s site, In My Father’s House.
Here’s a link to the post:
Mel spoke about compassion—the compassion of Christ…
In his post, Mel examined the latest episode of The Chosen…the same episode
I had also discussed earlier in the week regarding Mary’s falling backwards…
As the storyline played out, we saw how Mary felt that Jesus would
never give her a second chance, not after she turned away from Him and that initial healing.
How could He?
He’d healed her once and here she’d turned away from that healing
and fell back into her old familiar and damaging ways.
But in that encounter between Savior and sinner, we see a deep
and unending compassion.
That touched a deep chord with me.
Falling and failing, over and over…
and yet we are only met, time and time again, with three simple words.
“I forgive you”
Here is a post I offered back in 2014.
7 years have passed…much has happened in my life
and in the life of our country in those past 7 years.
Yet the same need and desire remains….
“Give me all of you!!! I don’t want so much of your time,
so much of your talents and money, and so much of your work.
I want YOU!!! ALL OF YOU!!
I have not come to torment or frustrate the natural man or woman,
but to KILL IT! No half measures will do.
I don’t want to only prune a branch here and a branch there;
rather I want the whole tree out! Hand it over to me,
the whole outfit, all of your desires, all of your wants and wishes and dreams.
Turn them ALL over to me,
give yourself to me and I will make of you a new self—in my image.
Give me yourself and in exchange I will give you Myself.
My will, shall become your will.
My heart, shall become your heart.”
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Oh that this strong request of yours could only be answered with a swift response of “yes.”
That I could and would whole heartedly shout at the top of my lungs
I will give you myself.
All of myself.
I shall hold nothing back.
I am yours.
Yes, take all of me.
Yet, this demand of yours, this most intimate demand from the purest essence of Love,
is meet by my hesitation, my doubts, my frozen in time inability to immediately scream “yes.”
I stumble over the words.
I hold back.
You reassure me.
You make me a promise
You have proven the promise.
And yet, I balk.
The “I” must be broken
Why can’t I let go?
Why won’t the “I” let go?
Am I afraid of being broken?
Being broken by you would be so much better than remaining whole as the captive of “I”
Still I find the words unable to slip from my mouth.
You sense my hesitation.
You see my reluctance.
You take my hand.
Suddenly, within that single touch, there is a cosmic explosion which shakes the very foundation of my world.
At the very moment you touch me, there is something so overpowering, something so beautiful which takes places.
I have never felt this before.
It’s as if the brokeness, which I never fully comprehended, is immediately made whole.
And just as quickly as our hands meet, I pull away.
I look away.
It’s all too much.
If you honestly knew, knew everything, you’d walk away
You should walk away.
Others are better than I.
Others have not done the things I have done.
The things I am ashamed for you to discover.
You really don’t want me.
You really don’t know me
You really don’t know. . .
But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not,
for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
I give Egypt as your ransom, Cush and Seba in exchange for you.
Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you,
I give men in return for you, peoples in exchange for your life.
Fear not, for I am with you; I will bring your offspring from the east,
and from the west I will gather you.
The love song plays out,
You reveal everything I’ve hidden.
I am ashamed and want to turn away.
Yet you continue watching.
There is only acceptance in your eyes.
Pieces of a broken heart lay scattered on the floor.
You pick up the pieces, putting them back together,
handing me the final piece.
Again, You extend your hand.
You whisper my name.
“My heart shall become your heart” you whisper ever so gently–
“You will be mine and I will be yours” for all of eternity
Love lies bare and open between us.
“Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful!
(Song of Solomon 4:1)
I hear those words flowing from your heart.
A heart that has broken for me.
The word now slowly falling from my mouth.
Take me as I am and make me yours.
All that was is suddenly no more.
I will give you my heart…
I want nothing more than for my heart to now become your heart…
as the last piece of the puzzle is finally put back in place.
Beautiful vision of God’s love for us. I have been trying to grasp the idea of ‘marrying’ Jesus. I know it’s probably just a metaphor, but God chose it for a reason. I think we probably can’t really understand it until that point.
I know, right?!—I think our more spiritually devout Catholic brethren may grasp this concept better than those of us of the Protestant leanings.
I think many of those who the Church proclaims as saints such as Thérèse of Lisieux truly grasped that concept.
It was / is a totally emptying of self and of the world—opening up a space that only Jesus can fill.
Those who become nuns actually are given a consecrated ring, a wedding ring, that signifies their becoming One with Christ.
For me…it is obviously to be a life long pursuit
My heart shall become your heart (a re-post)
On Wednesday, June 30, 2021, cookiecrumbstoliveby wrote:
> Julie (aka Cookie) posted: “****I read a marvelous post yesterday over on > Mel Wild’s site, In My Father’s House. Here’s a link to the post: > https://melwild.wordpress.com/2021/06/29/compassion-more- > than-all-our-doing/ Mel spoke about compassion—the compassion of > Christ… In ” >
Excellent words. The whole concept of forgiveness is a simple one when we place others first. Jesus did that with everyone. He never exalted Himself, which He was worthy of. He never ignored those who had faith in His power to heal both physically and emotionally. He gave His life, not only because he was the perfect sacrifice, but because of His true and since love for us. Because of that gift, we are bound to Him and should gladly imitate Him in out own lives. Love is the tie that binds it all together.
Wow! Beautifully written, Julie! You really captured our heart exchange with Jesus, the hesitations on our part and the wonderful realization when we finally surrender. And thanks for mentioning my post. 🙂 What you said reminded me of another verse in Song of Solomon.
“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Behold, he stands behind our wall;
He is looking through the windows,
Gazing through the lattice.” (Songs 2:9)
What always strikes me about this verse is that he is standing “behind OUR wall.” We are the ones who have built our wall between us and Jesus. But, then, when we finally let Him in, we find that He’s actually “easy to please” and we not only find forgiveness and redemption but also find true rest for our souls.
28 “Are you weary, carrying a heavy burden? Come to me. I will refresh your life, for I am your oasis. 29 Simply join your life with mine. Learn my ways and you’ll discover that I’m gentle, humble, easy to please. You will find refreshment and rest in me. 30 For all that I require of you will be pleasant and easy to bear.” (Matt.11:28-30 TPT)
His perfect love casts out all our fear!
thank you Mel—all that came racing back to the surface when I read your post—so yes, I truly thank you 🙂
Sweet, Julie! I also love the picture of the orchid. They are a little bit like parasites, which is a terrible word and makes us think of worms, but I mean an orchid needs a nurse log, or a decaying stump to cling to in order to grow properly.The Bible says something similiar, that we are the branches, He is the vine. So when we abide in Him we actually get to become His orchids. We are called to just bask in His beauty and goodness. Pretty awsome job to have. 🙂
I knew orchids needed a ‘host’ per se— but it is cool to think that we are like the orchid who lives on and in a Heavenly Father!!