Let Me Clear My Throat

Where’s my ‘get out of jail free’ card?
April 19, 2010, 11:07 am
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There’s a distinct vulnerability that comes with writing a blog. Intimate thoughts that I am timid to share with those close to me become public to the internet population, and rather than breathing these truths on to the faces of my closest confidantes, I resort to letting the words flow through my fingertips to this electronic gazette. Oh the irony. hah.

This past month has been quite the upward over the mountain journey. While getting out of bed and trying to find an appetite is easier, facing the day and the realities of situations and relationships still pierces deep parts of my soul that I was not aware could hurt. In light of perpetual desolation, I have found a great deal of truth amidst this suffering.

I’ve been studying the life of John the Baptist and the hardship he endured during Jesus’ time here on Earth. John was aware of the coming of the Messiah and spent his life preparing the way for Jesus. However, during the unveiling of Jesus as the Messiah, John was captive in Herod’s dungeon. During Jesus’ ministry, faithful John’s only connection to the outside world was by messenger. An expectant John sent a messenger to ask Jesus if he was ‘the One he had been waiting for.’ Rather than a straight answer, Jesus sent the messenger with this reply from Luke 7:22 “Go back and report to John what you have seen and heard: The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor.” Whoopdy – doo! Jesus is performing miracles, leaving thousands awestruck in his path. But what the heck about John? No where in all of those wonderful miracles is John freed from bondage! The son of God is here, walking around, doing his thing, and John is in a freaking dungeon. Where is that miracle?

I can relate to John so much in this situation. While I am not behind infrangible bars, I often feel detained by my own thoughts and I find myself buying into the lies that come with the territory. While it would be rainbows and butterflies to live in miracles, in a 24/7 harvest I would find myself delighting in what I am blessed with rather than seeking and discovering the face of Jesus and His countless perfect father attributes. Often times there will be pain, a lot of it. Sometimes we are rescued and healed, other times we are abandoned to the prison cell. In victory and despair, we are given the opportunity to glorify God in both.

In this time of refinement, where I see no ‘get out of jail free card’ in the future, I will not rejoice in the hope of rescue but in the hope of Jesus.