some doodling - Words that shattered glass
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inchrist1124 (IP Logged)
Date: August 27, 2010 12:08AM
There once was a man who struggled daily with idolatry.
Not a day passed where this man did not grieve this evil in him. But nonetheless,
he still loved it more than anything. There was something about it that dazzled him, something that shined and glistened so much that until he obeyed its desire to be gazed upon did he see its trickery, deception and hate. He was a slave to its beautiful appearance of liberty.
This recurring sin confused him and disarmed him so much that the only thing he had left to do was to crawl back to that evil for temporary joy. And so it was that this man's life was based upon this battle.
Words can't describe what happened next.
One day, while the man wallowed in self pity, he was touched by God.
The man gasped for air it was so startling.
This touch revoked any state of disillusioned freedom.
His eyes saw in front of him a throne that enabled liberation. He saw himself on that throne.
He realized that there was no real power in himself and since he was on the throne it could not grant freedom from this obsession.
Rather, the power lied in what the thrown symbolized.
To the man, this thrown symbolized in objective thought.
This thought wasn't about the man, it was about itself.
The problem with this idea was it wasn't an idea or a thought.
In reality, its origin did not rely in a mind which created it, but in a supreme authority with no origin.
This is God, who simply is and is not simple.
Once this man realized even the outskirts of this awestruck subject he immediately dropped to his knees.
For everything his mind had founded itself on was shattered.
His knowledge to the best of his ability could not frame this picture.
His own surroundings were not large enough and his mental grip could not grasp that much.
For it was mentioned, this thought--as it is known in some human terms--or God, is objective.
God had no need of the man, and this is why the man was so frightened.
His idol crazed heart still entangled itself in him. So much that he started to sob.
Anguished tears ran down his face.
What was he to do?
His apparent unshakeable foundation had given way.
Hopeless, he sank down and shattered tears guarded his face.
At this, the deepest point of sadness for the man, did the unthinkable happen.
In fact, it was the same thing that started all of this.
God touched him.
Surprised, the man looked up.
"Whats wrong?" God Asked.
As silence followed the question, the man's mind bubbled over with questions and thoughts.
"Why does he even need to ask!? Not that he doesn't have a right to know,
but questions are for humans not for those who know the answers!"
The man squinted. He sighed and answered, "Why do you care?
You certainly know that I am not worth the trouble of a simple question?"
The man, confused, flung himself down and huffed.
Choked with emotion, God answered, "I do care."
Something about the way God said it surprised the man. it caught his attention and he hung on those words.
"Now," Said God sternly, "Forget what you think you know and tell me whats wrong."
The man hesitated and then thought, To hell with it, he knows I am.
"I am in bondage to myself! I will never be free from such a wretch of a thing as my own being.
Nothing in me can exstingish my burning desire for my own will.
I can't escape the constant thoughts of my own good and when I see you," he choked,
"I can't bear the constant thoughts of what isn't there.
When it comes down to it," he declared, "I don't love you as much as myself.
Its silly, its ridiculous, its sickening and yet it true."
The man closed his eyes and cringed.
After a moment God spoke, "You are right, that is silly, ridiculous, sickening and true.
Your heart is totally ingulfed in depravity.
You are wicked to the core and your ally, the mind only makes things worse.
Every word that God spoke hit him like a drum.
Like a trial, his sentence had been proclaimed by the judge.
He knew the scars that wouldn't heal were only and all self-inflicted.
He was like a dog caught in barb wire, tugging and pulling trying to escape,
only tearing and cutting his flesh even more.
The darkness was setting in all around and his mind was losing any light it once had.
Like a sudden gust of wind, God spoke, "I Love you."
These words shattered his black heart like glass.
The man opened his eyes, speechless.
The noise was deafening.
He stiffened and tried to gather the pieces.
Like a puzzle he put everything together and it all made sense until he factored that phrase into the picture.
The man turned and said softly, "you wouldn't." He breathed in, "You shouldn't."
The man shook his head and hesitated, "You can't."
"I shouldn't, but I can and do." God answered.
"My suffering is my own fault!" He exclaimed, "Its my problem!"
God laughed, "The only problem is you think its your problem."
"I would never be able to do anything in return if you helped me."
God replied, "Thats the point."
The man shook his head, "I won't let you do that!"
He fell onto the floor, and started convulsing.
He tried to crawl back toward the darkness in which he had been acustomed.
In that moment God acted upon the distress of his child.
He reached out and picked him up.
Embracing him tightly, the man stopped shaking.
This warm affection broke his cold heart.
"Help me!" he cried. "Get rid of it!"
"I already am."
As God held him, he smashed each idol that was clenched to the man.
There were many idols in many different forms that the man had kept on his person.
Each one that he smashed added to the pile, which glistened in the light of God
After God took off the idols, he lastly removed the scales that covered his eyes.
Now he saw for the first time all of the things that had been apart of him.
Each of these pieces around him looked like shining pieces of glass that shimmered the light of God.
this frightened him. He did not understand why they looked so evil when they were attached to him.
Even though he was free from all of these idols he could not stop thinking of them.
He did not feel free.
There was something that began this idolatry but he could not remember what it was.
He just sat there, staring at the jaged pile. He waited for something to happen. He wanted it to go away.
Impatiently he exclaimed, "You said you would get rid of it God! Please take it away!"
God looked into the eyes of his child and said, "Why are you focused on it?
You are with me, and you are free."
"But I can still see it!"
"My child, take your eyes off of your trouble.
Keep your eyes on me and you will have no need of looking at tribulation."
The man, still staring at the pieces, slowly moved his eyes off of the mess of his own pride.
He looked right into the eyes of God and immediately something crashed behind him.
He turned around and saw a cracked mirror.
This mirror looked familiar. He recognized it. Then he realized why he knew it.
This mirror was the evil in him.
It was his idolatry.
This is what seperated him from God.
But it was gone and could not overtake him anymore.
It was all because of Gods words that shattered glass.
The glass that reflected the image of man had been cracked into pieces and now reflected what it was always meant for.
The man looked down and picked up one of the jagged remains of his enemy.
It no longer shimmered the reflection of himself.
No, the only thing the man saw in the mirror was the image of God, his savior.
This was its original design.
_______________________
My friend, I stand in judgment now,
And I feel that you're to blame somehow.
On earth I walked with you day by day,
And never did you show the way.
You knew the Lord in truth and glory,
But never did you tell the story.
My knowledge then was very dim;
You could have led me safe to Him.
You taught me many things, that's true;
I called you "friend" and trusted you.
But I learn, now that it's too late,
You could have kept me from this fate.
We walked by day and talked by night,
And yet you showed me not the light.
You let me live, and love, and die;
You knew I'd never live on high.
Yes, I called you "friend" in life
And trusted you through joy and strife.
And yet, on coming to this end,
I cannot now call you my friend.
