Immersed in imagination,
we pretend;
powers and beauty
at our command.
What did Jesus play?
What fantastic stories
inspired his childish heart?
Was Gideon an action figure
He aspired to imitate?
Did He wear an
Elijah cape
and leap from rock
to shattered rock?
Tucked in
chalky, rocky hills,
surrounded by fertile,
emerald plains
tilled and harvested
by despised Occupiers,
didn't storytellers
recount the tales
of God's past deliverance?
Didn't they long
for a hero
who would avenge
their wrongs?
On a quiet Sabbath,
Jesus delivered His manifesto
in the hometown temple:
He has sent me
to set things right.
Today it has begun,
but it will not be
as you imagine.
No, it will be a
bigger rescue
than vengeance
can provide.
Remember those other stories,
the ones where God
called the outcast,
the enemy,
to repentance?
My Father loves
even the Occupier
(the abuser, the bigot -
those you consider beneath
your contempt).
His heart is bigger
than you can imagine."
Jesus came to rescue
us all
from our addiction
to Self -
from the Occupier
within our own hearts
and from the ultimate
enemies
of all mankind:
death and the devil.
Our small entrapments
are painful,
but temporary
in light of eternity.
Lord, help me remember this
when broken relationships
pulsate with pain;
when illness incapacitates
or loneliness enshrouds.
Help me to see
the bigger
plan.
Thank you.
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