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A bridge
(Feb 05, 2012 00:00)

John 11:35 NKJV

“Jesus wept.”

I wonder how many of us forget that God is acquainted with our griefs. I wonder if many of us realize that Jesus understands our pain, suffering and uncertainty. We can become so cluttered with thoughts of worthlessness and doubt that we burn the bridge between God and us. We try to produce a make-shift facade of truth, love and “everything is going well” when in reality there are things in our heart Jesus is calling us to lay down. We can become so invested in our preparation to meet Jesus that, “I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart leaped up when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer” (Song of Solomon 5:6). Jesus is not looking for a perfect bride, that dresses well, has a sweet aroma and looks completely fine. Rather, He wants us as a people, broken, beaten, bruised, on the end of our self-journey, with one desire: to know Him more. He is not looking for perfection, but a willing heart and mind. If we step in trust and love, He will change us by His beauty, forming a perfect, spotless bride for the grand moment of time.

My heart weeps as Jesus wept for I see such brokenness around me, so deep and devastating in people’s lives. I feel like everyday we continue to burn bridges as we distance ourselves from seeking God in the ministry we live in. Perhaps, the time has arrived to let go of the things fighting against our hearts and allowing Christ to hold our hearts on the palm of our hands.

A vision: I saw a man, whether Jesus or the person who owned the heart, holding a heart on their palms, wide open to the sky. All of a sudden, a white dove flew and settled into the heart. The white dove did not distort the shape of the heart, but rather, it made it clean, transformed it and the white dove became part of the heart. 

What if God wants us to return home the way we are so that He can clothe us with His breastplate of righteous, tie the belt of truth around us, put on the sandals of truth around our feet, equip us with the shield of faith, honor us with the helmet of salvation and finally, hand onto us the sword of the Spirit, His Word? I wonder if many of us want to restore our relationship with Christ. I wonder how many of us would give it all to Him so that He can make it all new. 

But the story never ends in hopelessness and despair. Though Jesus wept, understanding the grief and pain of humanity, He said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live” (John 11:25). Though we may be dead and broken, unholy and weak, pained and hopeless, Jesus weeps for us, holding our hearts on the palm of His hands and speaking softly into our ears, “My love for you is bigger than you.” We can burn the bridges, but we can never burn the One who became that bridge between God and us. We can burn the seasons when we knew God but we can never burn the love of Jesus. We can lose the battle, but the war, the war has been won at Calvary. We can become dead to the point that the only thing left are dry bones but He can and will restore us because He laid death in the grave and conquered sin so that we can have a living relationship with God.

Perhaps, this is God’s calling to lay down things in our life.