Friday, June 16, 2017

It is Done

When I picked up the guitar this morning, I intended to play a love song.  I did not expect to find again the very "Source" of love.  Or was it He who found me? I stumbled upon a worship song online and soon enough I found myself flipping through chords of old favorites and new worship songs.  And the rest just overflowed.

When I came across the lyrics, "It is done..." everything just collapsed -- the wall I did not know I was putting up around me; the rein I've  been keeping on my feelings... and then the longing just came flooding in.  

Three words.  Indeed there is power in three and to me what these three words represents encompass all the "I love you's" in the world.  It speaks of the ultimate love, the ultimate sacrifice made to proclaim the truth and show the way.  When Jesus breathe his last and said those words, "It is done," He did more than tell the Father He has fulfilled the Father's will.  It speaks of so much more. It speaks of an inner triumph, an acknowledgment of a personal quest finally achieved.  And indeed, with those words he tore the veil of darkness, of ignorance and showed the way.

He showed that this is how He loved us, with open arms, embracing the pain and the sacrifice that go with it.  He showed that the body and our life here on earth is temporal and thus we shouldn't be too caught up with what everything that glitters and everything else of this world that we think we can't live without.  I can go on and on as to what the cross meant but I know that doing so would only rub it off it's meaning.  What words can fully capture everything that the cross represents? Well, for every Christian like me? 

I felt my heart softening, being raw once again.  I was not aware I had made it hard, somewhere along the way.  Up until I felt once again it's rawness.  I know what this meant.  It could mean pain.  But does it really?  I'm thinking now, love really becomes 'painful' only when one expects something in return.  But when love is truly given?  Shouldn't there be nothing but joy? That feeling of fulfilness after having manifested what our being is truly about, isn't it?




I have no desire to become a saint or to be put to so much test so I can just manifest God's love for me and my love for Him.  I have no such grandios delusions.  What I want is simply be able to continue trying my best to be coming from the perspective of love and of being able to contribute.  This, in my own little way.  In my own little corner of the universe.  I want that at the end of it all, I could also say back to my God, "It is done, Lord."  I know I've fallen several times but I have tried my best to give back even just a shadow of what You have given me.  "It is done."