This Valentines’, I think of Jesus, and how He carried you. How He carried you all that while. You see, last night, whilst on the toilet seat (ah, I don’t know why it’s always the toilet..!) — but yes, whilst there, I was staring at my palms, and I remembered when God said He had you engraved on the palm of His hands. Almost in a blink, I launched onto a journey to the past, of how He bore you all that time:
When He read the old scrolls, there you were, helping him roll and unroll. When He challenged the pharisees at 12, or when He ate and drank; you were there clasping His cup. When He was baptized by John, you drowned with Him, and were raised with Him!
When the Dove descended and perched on His shoulder, you were recipient too, to ‘…in whom I’m well pleased.’ You were with Him! When He raised the bread and gave thanks for it. When He broke it pieces amany, with the fish, you broke it with Him and fed the 5000 men!
When He laid hands on many, you laid with Him! When He whipped those that defiled His father’s house, you clasped his strap, and lifted the tables with Him. When He tucked His hands under His head and slept through the storm, soundly you slept with Him; O, and when He stretched His hand out commanding the sea to be still; guess who was being stretching out at the tempest as well?
When He interlocked his fingers to pray, in that tiny gap betwixt, He squeezed thee and pressed thee — embosing , or expressing how much He loved thee; and whilst there, He sweated blood wondering if that was the way things were to continue. And you were there: a silent witness; as if the best of friends; as if Jonathan by David — offering the comfort of knowing that as long as one were around, perhaps the burden would be lessened.
What is that I hear?
A thought!? . . . A thought that we are too frail to comfort God — the God who made the universe! He needed Simon, Peter and John around Gethsemane for so . . . Ah, but if your view says too feeble we are, I’ll take you then on a different path of this vision, a different street through this gate of imagination still;
If not so you doubt you’d make the savior’s burden a little lighter in any wise — seeing yourself a sinner — well, the savior there lifted up His holy hands; being fully God and fully man, perhaps . . . perhaps He thought of running!
The cup was too bitter; and then . . . and then, His eyes as they fell from looking heavenward stumbled on you! Your image in His palm! He looked in the other, and there you were, still! Unconscious yes, but to Him alive. A sinner yes, but to Him righteousness. Unworthy yes, but to Him glor!
O then He cried, as your image turned from sharp to blurry. He then knew He would not cower out. The cup He raised, and gulped away, saying, “Nevertheless, not my will, but yours be done.”
And not so long after, He was betrayed, and you were cuffed along with Him. Then Simon cut off that guy’s ear, and Jesus touched the man with you contacting it, and He was healed!
Do you remember that? Doth thine memory recollect?
Then the betrayal went to full term, and then He was spat on; His hands dragged His cross, and guess what? You kissed that old rugged tree! Remember you were engraved in His palms. Together you were spat on. But He didn’t mind. When blisters sprouted, He fell on His knees, looking at you while another Simon helped carry His cross off His trap. Mission Impossible had to become possible, for isn’t it He who said all things were possible to Him!
He gained strength looking at you. You were meek who the KJV says needed the gospel! You were stricken with infirmity. When your image He engraved, you were a scar! To remind Him that He; had to be poor that you might be rich; had to be bruised such that by His stripes you would be healed.
Thus you should not be poor! Neither should you be ailed!
Though His body was flabs and disoriented in some parts, He garnered strength for one more task; trudge up that hill, to be undressed for you. Now that is love!
You were then crucified with Christ! He lay His right palm first, and the seven inch long nail was positioned just right above you. He stared as tears welled out the corner of His eye and onto the timber beneath.
CLANK! A squeal the nail’s head made as its tail rummaged through you — your pretty tatoo — and fixed you with your lover into the wood. The other palm suffered the same. His feet were drilled too, lest He falls off and commands legions to come to His rescue!
You bled the same! His blood oozed out from His brachial arteries and washed your entirety in it! Ah! Why should your garments be unclean, yet you were washed! Why should you be lied to of sin & spotted? Have you forgotten the fount that bled to make you a sinner no more? Leviticus saith the life of an animal is in its blood. And now behold this lamb — His life has just rinsed you! You shouldn’t have less than life; and life abundantly!
In the grave, you were with Him as that stone rolled across the entrance; and whilst in Sheol, you were with Him. Only that this time, you had a hole that had disfigured your countenance.
Two scars has Jesus to this day: Yours and the nails’. While some scars vanish completely, you were that one scar that was permanently on Him from before the conception of the world’s foundations, plus this fresh one for your redemption!
Ah . . .
Lo! Lucifer! And the keys of life in his hand. Is that the sword of the Spirit? Whence did it come! The answer to that is not as exciting as who’s holding the sword now! Guess who? YOU — you wizened tight with the still-bleeding hands of Jesus!
WHAM! The sound of the devil’s disarm-ment! The keys of life and death lay on the battlefield. All hell trembles. And I had never seen Jesus so terrible in appearance: smoking nostrils and fiery eyes, having judged your accuser!
He goes to pick up the keys, and lo haha! You — yes you! You’re picking them up too: clutching them! All authority’s been given to Him, to open doors no man can close, and to close those that no man can open! But you are holding the keys too! He says He’s given you that authority as well! Why you ask! Why, but you are one with Him! Been ever since day one!
Ah, you’ve resurrected with Him! You’ve walked through a wall with Him!
You ascendeth with Him, and are now reigning at the father’s right hand with Him — all your enemies now your footstool! As He is, you are!
His fulness you’ve received! O Can you comprehend this! You healed the sick! You raised the dead! You did what no eye had ever seen yet! You performed miracles, signs and wonders; while in His arms your permanent abode was! And still are! You can’t cease being a wonder unto all men! You can’t cause a caesura in the nation’s fear of you! You can’t shine dimmer and dimmer!
You can’t cease lending to nations! How! You multiplied that bread along with His fingers! You participated into much to settle for less! You saw too much even in your slumber not to do the same! He even said you’d do greater! Ah! Rise to your mandate! Rise O rose of Sharon! And shine for this light has come . . .
Then He — the King of Glory spoke,
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Isaiah 49:16 (AMP), “Behold, I have indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each of My hands; [O Zion, O Biggie, O Amanda, O Ruth, O Eva, O Doug, O Lily, O whatever your sweet name is] your walls are continually before Me… And, and, I indelibly imprinted (tattooed a picture of) you on the palm of each of My hands; ever since before the foundations of the world.”
And of you I day dream! But do I even dream?! Nay!
Tatoos to me are not just representations! I am God! And you literally are dancing in my palms. O the sum of my thoughts towards you, more than the sand on the sea shore! I can’t sleep. I don’t! Why should I? And I miss a second of your existence!
NAY!
Even before you were in your mother’s womb, to me, you were! And my obsession with you . . . my love for you could not allow me to have you thither but I hither!
My heart could not with it in any wise. One is where we belong. O and how I carry you! No wonder you can’t away from me be, whether on the wings of the morning, or the bedroom in hell!
I am with you for always — nails and all! Be strong and of good courage. Do not be afraid. For I am with you! If I wasn’t spared but was delivered up to the cross, what won’t you be given my Love! I open my hands and satisfy the desire of every living creature! And as I do, I see you again!
❤
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“In life or death, where Jesus is, there will we, his servants, be.” ~ Charles Spurgeon
Romans 6:3-4 Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
John 15:27 But you also will testify and be My witnesses, because you have been with Me from the beginning.
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