I was wandering through the moonlight a couple nights ago. You know those power poles with the cross bar on top? It's shadow stretched across my path and caught my eye. There, in the silvery light, I saw a cross as I'd never seen one before. I wish you could have seen it too. It was ugly. It was menacing. Yet beautiful, all at the same time. Sometimes I wonder if I even begin grasp the slightest idea of the greatness of God's love.
I keep coming back to this poem ever year. :') It's so poignant.
“How long must I put up with you?”
Jesus’ actions answered his own question . . .
Until the rooster sings
and the sweat stings
and the mallet rings
And a hillside of demons smirk at a dying God.
How long?
Long enough for every sin
to soak my sinless soul
That heaven will turn in horror
Until my swollen lips pronounce the final transaction:
“It is finished.”
How long?
Until it kills me.
Max Lucado
from A Love Worth Giving
i love that poem! and the book. nice post :)
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