Not just a story

PS :He is no longer on it

Way back then when i used to like watching Tv, i would querall a lot with my sisters over what tv show to watch. They liked the telenovela shows and I as a young boy prefered watching something with some fist throwing and a lot of cars.(I of course grew out of that phase). They would always win as they were stronger and bigger.
Though I pretended not to like the show, I was always struck by how resilient the love of the main characters were.They would face challenges over and over, some of which were life threatening but in the end would end up together and have a happy ever after. They had majestic acts of love, which by the way set unrealistic standards of romance that most boy children can’t measure up to. ( so ladies tone it down a bit, I can’t ride a horse and have no interest in learning ).
One thing stood out though,the main characters were majorly good people, sweet, kind and forgiving unlike their antagonist. The resilience of their love is what kept the whole show together, they always saw the good in each other.
Now you are probably wondering where I’m going with this, by the time I’m done you will get to read of the ultimate love story, a love that will make everything else seem like child’s play.
It’s not just a story, it’s Holiness that became flesh.Gave up rank and took on a lower form just to get close to this people that he was passionate about.Walked amongst us, went unnoticed, ignored and outright despised by most, but he kept his eyes on the goal.
He burned with passion for us, so much so that he bled to death for this love. Hang on a tree, bruised and worn out. If there was any other way to atone for sins that were not his, he would have taken it, but there wasn’t so he paid the price.
As he hang there, slowly bleeding to death. His clothes turned crimson. Blood dripping on the very ground he created. Scorned by sadistic soldiers who enjoyed watching him cringe in pain, watching his friends(who still didn’t get him entirely) in anguish over his situation.
He knew it was the only way for this love to win.To not just be loved back, but restore beauty, purity and wholeness to his people.It was clear that it would go unappreciated to most of them but still chose to go all in.
Hanging next to him was a man who was in just as much pain, at his lowest point his eyes were open to the glory being given to him

We deserve to die for our crimes, but this man hasn’t done anything wrong.” Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom .”

There it was, evidence that the fruits of his labor were ready for harvest.As he looked up into home and surrendered his spirit, peace was in his heart knowing that Love overcame all odds.
He rose and with him so was everyone else who received him in their hearts.
Now two millenniums later, the ultimate act of love still lives on, coming to the rescue of anyone who will have it.
To all who will let him” have the pieces” of their wounded souls, he’ll make them new, in fact better than new. He’ll turn them into something else. Something flawless, just like he is.

Well, now you know where the name Flawless originates. The redemptive power of the cross is limitless. It’s relentless and no one is ever too far gone. I certainly wasn’t an exception,I didn’t always believe this but that is a story for another day.

4 thoughts on “Not just a story

  1. Wow wow…To those who are willing to give Him the pieces He’ll make something flawless out if them..Now I know🙌🙌🙌
    I’m kinda disappointed that you have no interest in learning how to ride a horse 😂😂😂 but I thank God that Jesus did more than ride a horse, He died for love, Yaani He died for me❤️❤️He loved me that much🥰🥰

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  2. Reblogged this on James Wetu and commented:
    The redemptive power of the cross is limitless. It’s relentless and no one is ever too far gone. I certainly wasn’t an exception,I didn’t always believe this but that is a story for another day.

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