The excitement I felt when you accepted my call….I danced around the throne room for my bride had returned.
You are mine. We had lots of good times together…. We talked all day, laughed and had so many plans. I was at the center of all your plans, you consulted me on anything and everything.
Then great opposition arose on account of our love. I was sure you’d survive even when you doubted. I was your strength and comfort. I remember you crying night and day, the weight of the pain was so unbearable, yet I was there through every tear and every heartbreak. I kept you joyful despite the pain. You had stepped out in faith and you got hurt in the process. Questions pacing through your mind, “where are You lover?”, “the Philistines are here. I won’t survive this Lord. This hurts so bad Lord, take it away. Help me!” you begged me everyday.
I knew you were a brave warrior but I needed you to know too….so I walked beside you but was silent for a while. My Love was going to lead you. And it did. I let it happen so that your fait may be perfected.
You survived that storm and every other one. You are more than a conqueror.
Soon enough, you had outgrown your current routine and I knew it was time for something new. You had stopped learning and it was time to take off the training wheels. Once more your doubts resurfaced and this time Goliath appeared. He brought with him accusations and reminders of a past that I’d already erased and also forgotten. My blood washes whiter than snow. Louder and louder he yelled thoughts of fear and doubt. I was praying for you, I prayed your faith would not fail. I always pray for you.
At first you ignored him and his empty threats didn’t scare you. But then you started to entertain his visits and listen to his lies. Before long, you believed one of them, then two, then all of them. You felt dirty, guilty and filthy, “look away Lord, I’m so dirty”, you whispered to Me as I reached out to hug you. “All I see is a pure bride!” I replied.
Slowly you drifted away. The shame of your past was too much. And suddenly you were falling back to old habits. You doubted everything. How was it that one minute you were happy and so full of faith, then suddenly you couldn’t even tell right from wrong.
I missed you, I missed our long talks, our laughs. My bride was running away from Me yet only I could save her. Then one day, you shut it all out. Everything. And Me:(
You quantified our love as merely a fragment of your imagination, a moment of weakness on your part. You stopped believing and were now committing adultery with all of my enemies. You blamed me for everything that would go wrong, yet didn’t even remember me when things were right. I didn’t give up on you, so I kept calling….”Come home love. Come home my bride”, I implored you.
I was no longer part of anything anymore. You amassed a fortune of perishable wealth and built yourself an empire. You called yourself “self made”. Further and further you went away, further into the darkness till the night you were face to face with death himself.
“Help me Lord. I loved you once. I sang in choir. I gave tithe. I followed you once. Help me Jesus!” you screamed with every fiber of your being.
And I showed up. Not because of your tithes or ever changing love or acts of charity. I showed up because I love you(present tense). My job description is your salvation, there is nothing I love more. I knew you’d come back. You are Mine.
“What happened Lord. You left me. Where have You been?”
I told you I was right here, just patiently waiting. Closer than conversation. Nearer than you can imagine. I am Jesus Christ, I’ve saved you. Now tell others my story. Tell them your story. The most beautiful love story ever told of a man who lays down His life for His bride. Listen only to my voice, do not entertain that prostitute Jezebel or you’ll fall right back into sin.
Revelation: 2. 18. “To the angel of the church in Thyatira write: These are the words of the Son of God, whose eyes are like blazing fire and whose feet are like burnished bronze. 19. I know your deeds, your love and faith, your service and perseverance, and that you are now doing more than you did at first. 20. Nevertheless, I have this against you: You tolerate that woman Jezebel, who calls herself a prophet. By her teaching she misleads my servants into sexual immorality and the eating of food sacrificed to idols. 24. Now I say to the rest of you in Thyatira, to you who do not hold to her teaching and have not learned Satan’s so-called deep secrets, ‘I will not impose any other burden on you, 25. except to hold on to what you have until I come.’ –