Remember that one time… when you did that?
No matter how firmly you’ve refused to look back, how far you’ve travelled, how long ago it was…
It still remains.
The stain.
The shame.
That god-awful pit in your stomach.
Maybe you freaked out… or blacked out… or gave in.
Maybe you stumbled into something once upon a time. And now it’s a habit you can’t seem to kick.
Maybe you used someone and then discarded them like week-old leftovers.
Maybe you severed a friendship or family tie. Maybe you terminated a marriage or a pregnancy… and it haunts you.
Maybe your fears (and that fierce protective instinct) took a wrong turn. What you meant to be caring became critical, condescending, controlling.
Maybe your rage inflicted untold damage on another soul. (Or several.)
Maybe you neglected someone who really needed you.
Or abandoned God.
(Because he’s the only one who knows the truth about your backstory.)
Perhaps it wasn’t one horrendous mistake. But rather a whole mess of missteps and lousy decisions… that led you to this.
This brokenness. This barrenness.
You can’t stop eating/drinking/popping pills/watching porn. (You know you can’t quit it ’cause you’ve tried. Countless times.)
Maybe you lost your way… and your life isn’t even recognizable anymore.
Maybe your lies or debts or damaged relationships are stacked so high you can’t see around them.
Or you’re stoking a flame of revenge… and now it’s threatening to incinerate you.
Okay… okay… maybe I’ve got it all wrong.
Your problem isn’t something you did; it’s something someone did to you.
The unthinkable.
It left you gutted, grief-stricken, half-dead. Your heart battered beyond recognition.
Hear this now…
It wasn’t your fault.
(Full stop.)
You didn’t deserve it.
(No one does.)
But maybe – in the awful aftermath of that unthinkable evil – you did whatever you thought might ease (annihilate) your pain and the unbidden shame.
Booze, blades, blasphemy, bitterness.
Binging… whatever. Bedding… whomever.
But it turns out you weren’t erasing the trauma at all. You were just erasing yourself.
And making things worse.
Here’s the truth about the unthinkable. It can’t be evaded. Or escaped.
It can’t be undone.
But justice will be done.
Someday.
See, the story isn’t over yet.
God is full of love and mercy, yes. But he is holy too. (Contrary to popular belief, these aren’t mutually exclusive.)
Justice matters to God, and he judges rightly, perfectly, powerfully, exactingly.
One day – soon I imagine – he will.
All rise!
We will all stand before the Judge. And when we do, we’ll find…
We’re all guilty.
Our offenders.
And us, too.
Everyone has sinned. No one measures up to God’s glory. ~ Romans 3:23 (NIRV)
(Don’t we know it.)
Let’s say someone saw everything we’ve ever done… from every angle. Knew every detail, read every thought, examined our every intention and reaction.
(Your heart racing yet? Yeah, mine too.)
But then he did something altogether unexpected… almost unbelievable.
He stepped in.
To both mete out justice… and bear the brunt of it.
It was the only way goodness and grace, mercy and justice, holiness and wholeness could be accomplished.
It was the only way love would win.
The truth is, we all need saving.
And apparently God thought you and I were worth it.
So Jesus surrendered himself.
Sacrificed his life.
Said…
It is finished.
And buried the unthinkable.
When the sun rose on the third day, the Son rose too.
Believe it, friend.
Pour out your heart – the whole story, every bit of it – and unburden yourself. And Jesus will render all your regret and shame and sorrow powerless against you.
On God my salvation and my glory rest; He is my rock of [unyielding] strength, my refuge is in God.
Trust [confidently] in Him at all times, O people;
Pour out your heart before Him.
God is a refuge for us. ~ Psalm 62:7-8 (AMP)
The offer still stands.
Refuge.
Relief.
Freedom.
From the unthinkable, unbearable, ugliest and worst.
Turns out, our only hope is… a sure one.
All who call out to the Lord will be saved. ~ Romans 10:13 (CEV)
All.
(No exceptions, exclusions or prerequisites.)
Jesus loves you more than you could ever imagine. And he’s ready to rescue.
What are you waiting for?
Wendy
P.S. Come as you are.
There’s hope for the hopeless
And all those who’ve strayed.
Come sit at the table,
Come taste the grace.
There’s rest for the weary,
Rest that endures.
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can’t cure.
So lay down your burdens, Lay down your shame. All who are broken Lift up your face. Oh wanderer, come home; You're not too far. Lay down your hurt, lay down your heart. Come as you are. (Crowder)