Praying in the garden, You saw the crowd coming
Betrayed by one that called You King
You could have called a band of angels to come and save the day
But instead You chose to stay, You didn’t run away
In the very front of Your mind
While the blood was flowing You saw my face as You cried
Certain in knowing
Tears, blood and pain in the sand
True love was pouring, true love was pouring from Your hands
Bruised and beaten, appeared You were defeated
But things aren’t always what they seem
They thought when they placed Your body into an empty grave
It would end all debate
But the stone was rolled away
The same hand that washes clean, and sets the captive free
Same hand that calmed a sea, and the one who rescued me
I heard this on the radio the other night and got to thinking. This one has been noodling for some time, lots of pieces to put together, so bear with me.
Thoughts from that night:
Think, imagine
He suffered in the garden . . .
He suffered on the cross . . .
He suffered torture . . .
And all the while
“In the very front of Your mind”
Think . . .
If we hurt just on our own, does that give you any better an idea of what He suffered? All those faces, all that pain, all those sins, ALL AT ONCE!!!!
I’m not telling this part for sympathy. I had to go to the hospital to have blood work done last night, the reason behind, I’ll keep to myself. There was a woman there, hurt, weaving. She went into the bathroom and was in there so long that one of the nurses went in and found her just coming to – she had passed out and hit her head in the bathroom. She is part of this new electronic age and so didn’t have any phone numbers memorized as they were all programmed in her phone and she had lost her phone. She didn’t even know in whose name the house phone would have been in. She was alone. The nurses were taking her over to ER and she was so scared and she started crying. I told her that I would go with her if she wanted. She wasn’t the only person that was stunned. I went with her, I sat with her for almost 3 hours until she got back into a bed in ER, and I left her a $10 bill for a cab home once the tests were all run. And then I went home and told my mother, brother and sister just how grateful I was to know that I would never have to be alone in an ER waiting room, that I had all of them. That poor girl was so grateful to me, told me that she would never have believed that a perfect stranger would do something like that for someone. And the hospital staff? They were speechless. So, this might not be Outliving my life, but it is counting my blessings and:
Matthew 25:34-40 (New International Version, ©2011) (http://www.biblegateway.com/)
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
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