This Heaven-Needle
By Jeff on Jun 14, 2008 in Grace, Love | 1 Comment
I confess I know little of what Jesus must have been like when he walked this earth, what he is, and what he will be on the day we are joined as one. His brutal, forceful love calls the dying who walk toward darkness without end. His call is to light. This is the near-death wandering of humankind. Wavering between two worlds: a darkness of loss that severs the Promise through an enshrinement of self, or the brightness of day where every lonely shadow is less then a memory. The brightness of God in Jesus.
What kind of love could motivate the gift of our dear Lord Jesus Christ? What kind of love drew our dear Abba to give, not from his storehouse, but from his very self. What must Father have been saying to broken women and men in this once-for-all expression of character and commitment… the cross? What can this say about the objects of His affection?
His was not some theological decision–a plot–to free humanity from sin. As if the obstacle was some cerebral-philosophical puzzle or maze. Our nature was marred by the brokenness, not of theology, but of a tragic loss of love. To us is the decision of knowing and being known.
There is a thread that runs from the heart of God, through the cross of Christ, that would sew us to our Father in Heaven. He would have us become one inseparable unit. The pain of our sacrifice is the pain of His Heaven-needle piercing our heart. Leaving us unalterably His. And He ours.