“And Pilate posted a
sign on the cross that read, ‘Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.’ The place
where Jesus was crucified was near the city, and the sign was written in
Hebrew, Latin, and Greek, so that many people could read it.” John 19:19-20
I was watching a
Disney movie, “A Wrinkle in Time.” As far as movies go, it was pretty lame. Definitely
not the quality I expect from Disney. However, and I love this about God, there
was a reason I wasted a couple of hours watching it.
A main character was
only able to speak in quotations. One of the things she said was this…”The wound is the place the Light enters you.”
It was penned by the Persian poet, Rumi. I am not sure when.
Immediately, a
cascade of memories poured into my mind; the memories of events that have left
me broken and scarred. I was surprised that many of these memories have lost
their emotional charge. It was more like looking at photographs of someone else’s
family. (Smile.) I don’t think there is any greater way to measure just how
much the Lord has healed my soul because, not that long ago, a burst of memories
like this would have sent me into a downward spiral.
As I continued to
ponder this incredibly profound word treasure, I remembered. There was One before
me who had been wounded unto death so His Light could destroy the darkness in
this broken world.
Gratitude filled my
soul. Had I not been broken, I would not know Jesus. Had I not known Jesus, the
brokenness would have destroyed me. His Light has enabled me to rise above and
beyond the hurts, the shame, the blame, the guilt, the rage. (Smile.) Most of
the time anyways. There are still a few scars that have the ability to pull and
tug and send lancing pain throughout this child of God.
But that’s okay
because I live under the promise that, one day, Jesus will wipe away every tear
and the things of this earth will no longer matter.
I think that says it
all.
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