Unveiling Heart

  They expected You to come as a military King to rescue them from Roman oppression. But You came as a Servant King, riding on a humble donkey. Your mission was to rescue us  from the sin and selfishness that oppress our souls. But we are still looking for a Saviour to rescue us from the circumstances we are in, but not the oppression within. I am no different from them. I quickly forget and, like Thomas, declare: “I will never believe until I touch His nail-pierced hands and side.” Oh my soul, how quickly you forget how humbly He entered my heart as He entered Jerusalem on a lowly colt. I celebrated and rejoiced when He came and did miracles, singing Hosanna in the highest, “Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.” But when the night came and He submitted to the Father’s will, I find it hard to surrender, thinking it is mine. Seeing God pierced and crushed and chastised, I wonder, Where is His strength? I forget that my sin on Him was laid, that His blood and water c...

  I saw a leper, maggots eating at his flesh, wounds no longer inflicting pain, just quietly degrading what remained. I was disgusted by the sight, kept looking away as I passed by, wondering if there was a worm of apathy eating away at my heart — so I no longer feel another’s pain, or even my own, while numbing myself through comfort and pleasure. Yet there is a Love divine that could not watch from a distance. He took my apathy, my leprosy, my curse, my disease. He bore the judgment and the mockery on the cross, gladly suffering pain so that love would not die. He rose again to make dead hearts alive. And the Spirit makes an appeal today: when you see one like you suffer, do you care — or cower? Loving can hurt. It can cost you your life. But is it not better to lose your life for another than to keep yourself alone, growing cold and numb? What you gain here, you keep here, while losing eternity. But if you gain a heart of flesh that cares for another, you gain eternity — a life ...

  Plagued by rejection and trauma, the body keeps the score, replaying the thoughts of everything that broke you as if it were not enough — it chooses to dwell there, imprisoning and binding itself to those wounds till your body freezes, paralyzed and haunted by memories. Is there no escape? Is there no remedy? A still, small voice makes an appeal: Ascribe to God the glory due His Name. Ascribe to God the glory — now, when I am trapped in these thoughts? Again, a whisper: Remain in His love. How do I remain in His love when these memories haunt me? I hear You saying, For God so loved the world… Take a minute. Bask in this truth. For God so loved the world, for God so loved me, that He gave His only Son. When I feel the world has taken, God loved me — and the world — and gave His only Son. First it was personal. Then suddenly hope arose — not just for me, but for the world: That whoever believes shall not perish but have eternal life. Help me believe. Help us believe. For a generati...