The revelation of the cross, the lion and the lamb

At 11 o’clock was the  time I was meant to meet him, and anxiously I waited for that time.

Deeply wondered what kind of setting it was going to be this time.

He always had awesome surprises which get me wowed and always looking forward to more of him, to more of his adventures, his presence and more of his gentle touch.

My life has been a wonder ever since I met him. I realize more than anything that I didn’t know anything about myself, until I met him. He has gently led me to still waters and to an everlasting promise of togetherness.

He has held me in the palm of his hands; he waters me with an everlasting sense of belonging.

I know that I will never be alone, not in this lifetime never alone.

Sometimes he has taken me to places I never knew existed. Sometimes to people‘s hearts. I have found his touch can never be compared to anything that is human.

It brings peace to a rising storm; I have talked about him endlessly. When ever I talk about him I realize just how much I adore him.

It is my love for him that shutters every evil door, comforts me and that calms me down. It humbles me and it reminds me that I don’t even deserve his love. He loved me, truthfully.

He chose me and he knew about me before I knew about his love. He decided he was going to love me before I even knew that he loved me.

He knew about my shortfalls, my love for things that hurt me, my addictions, and the things I was not able to get out of.

He knew how much I wanted to find happiness one way or another.

He also knew how much hurting. I was wishing I was dead and wishing that I was never born, because life tendered to be very sour for me. He knew about the number of times I wanted to end my miseries.

He knew what I ran to whenever I was feeling low or broken and wanting a quick fix. Yes he knew it all but he chose to love me to death.

Today I was a little bit late. I found him and for the first time ever since we met, he was not in a good state.

He bled profusely everywhere, in a state of shock I knelt besides him. I touched him softly and gently.

My heart swelled with pain as I soaked with him in his blood, he groaned and at times he let the loudest yell of pain. Lifting my watery eyes I saw a three pronged whip, crafted in metal throngs, and it came from every where.

It was digging his back and his front, everywhere and it landed with heavy strikes lifting up pieces of skin as they left. He bled, he yelled, unable to move he reached out for my hand.

It was truly unbearable to see him in that state. His eyes were full of compassionate pain. I wanted to cover him up and I wanted it to stop.

Inside my soul arose with the heaviest burden, enough to swallow me down.

I asked myself why, deep inside my heart I felt so much pain it was as my heart was ripped apart. I reached out for his hands, and they were dripping thick blood through his nails.

I cuddled under his numbest body, and felt his every groan. His every pain, every move, every whip, and he whispered who would carry my cross? can you carry my cross Kathleen?

I would be honoured to carry it, what did it mean to carry his cross. I knew he was inviting me to share in his pain, to be one with him. To experience everything that pertained to him and dying, his blood and the cross.

What is your revelation of the cross? Was it just a wooden ragged cross that Jesus Christ was crucified on. What did it mean to you?

I wanted to carry it, I remember that there was a man who carried his cross, it was real, and he must have felt, the souring pain Jesus was in at that time. What it is about the cross and his blood?

we have had in our respective churches, we have read in scriptures about the death of Christ on the cross but have we individually had our own revelation of what it means to you and for you. Why did he die?

Why was he whipped, beaten, smitten, rejected, betrayed, abused, bruised for our iniquities and pierced?

The cross was a turning point of liberation from the power of sin, an indication of his eternity, his sovereignty, and His majesty. It marked freedom from the law of sin.

He reigned in death. He died and was crucified as a lamb but he arose as a lion. He loved me. He paid a price for loving me.

He wanted to demonstrate his love for me and he purposed in his heart to love me even if it meant dying for me.

Even when he was accused he remained faithful to loving me to his death and to give me back everything I had lost.

Why would I carry his cross, because I want to be with him, I want to be crucified with him, die with him and be resurrected with him, reign with him.

I want to carry his passion for this world and I want to be in his presence forevermore...I have loved him and decided and purposed in my heart to be as faithful to him as he is to me, I have purposed to feel what he feels, to see what he sees, to hate what he hates, to be as compassionate as he is, to be everlastingly pleasing him in all my endeavours… for to me what he did was that he chose to die for me and for every sin I had committed and paid a price for all the sins I was still to commit.

He gave an eternal gift and I didn’t even deserve it. The cross was a gift of love from God.

I can never ask for more. May God embrace you with your own revelation of Jesus Christ, his blood and the cross?

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