It hit like a blow. Sudden, unexpected. Punch-to-face?… no, punch-to-the-soul betrayal, treachery. Subtle subterfuge, secret sabotage. Again! When I thought (foolishly) it was over, for good and all. Selling out for… for what? It’s mad!
Does repeated treachery lashing our own lives deepen our bonds with His wounding? Even with strokes up to thirty-nine? Does our own renewed betrayal and abandonment by those so close — seemingly close — jolt our hearts awake to His?
If so, there’s reason to rejoice in this unreasonable, there’s cause to call out praises for our causeless soul slights and those shaming slaps to our psyches.
“I want to know Christ
and the power of His resurrection,
and the fellowship of His suffering…”
Is it possible to know the first fully,
and the second more than symbolically,
if we do not experience the third?
If need for such pain be the case, good reason arises to rejoice in unjust anguish — good cause for accounting such trials… for joy. As He Who “for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame…”
New meaning emerges for “let patience have its perfect work…”
Reflecting deeply this morning on His betrayal, dishonor, pain, grief, and shame…
and thanking God for life slights and soul blows.
As for those who betray bound words and scourge the spirit, who prove to be “those by whom offense comes” …
For such we pray.
As He prayed.
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they’re doing”
Father, forgive them even if they do know what they’re doing.