He walks into the quiet room,
The beauty of a joyful secret written across His face.
He makes His way over to the
Farthest, darkest corner.
There sits His beloved,
Weeping, and broken.
Tears of frustration and confusion
Stream down her face,
Causing the deep well of love
In His heart to overflow.
He stoops graciously,
Brushes the tears gently from her eyes,
And, extending His arms,
Reveals the beautiful secret;
But not just any ordinary gift;
It’s most beautiful, most breathtaking, and most valiant.
He has come to rescue her.
To help and save her.
To lift her spirits and set her free.
It is the gift of abundant grace.
With joyful anticipation,
He waits for the moment
When she will receive the gift
With exceeding joy and gratitude.
But the moment never comes.
His tender heart breaks.
His joy is turned to the deepest of sorrows.
He pleadingly beckons His beloved
To turn her face toward Him
And receive the gift He offers.
Drowning in pride
And the false belief
That she has to do this
On her own,
She scarcely turns her gaze
When she does,
It is only to tell Him of her unworthiness.
Only to tell Him that she’s not good enough.
Only to tell Him of her imperfections,
And then she turns back to her corner of confusion.
With freedom at her fingertips,
She refuses redemption.
With the winds of hope dancing through the very hairs of her head,
She turns down
What she most desperately desires:
The gift of abundant life.
The love she longs for,
The hope she hungers after,
The freedom she fights for,
The Christ she cries for.
And it’s all because she finds herself
Not realizing that
If Christ would not offer this gift
To the unworthy,
There would be no gift at all.
So here she sits, in her
Corner of confusion,
Refusing the very thing she’s fighting for.
The gift is available right here, right now.
What are we doing with it?