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Monday Meditation: Because the Father Turned His Face

April 18, 2011 By Sandra Heska King

He came on a colt.

The fragrance of His coming preceded Him.

A King bent on a peace mission.

Hailed in the name of the Lord.

But hearts would harden, spittle would fly, and fists would fall.

Bone-and-metal-tipped strips would find their marks.

He would be ripped apart like the temple curtain.

Thorns would gash His brow, and spikes would shred His strong, yet gentle, hands–and feet dusty from earth’s soil.

Blood would pour.

Clouds would gather.

The earth would shake.

And He would be overwhelmed with darkness.

The world’s sin-sick pollution piled heavy on Him.

Suspended.

Separated.

Yet arms outstretched from shore to shore.

Dry ground through wave walls.

He could not see the Father’s face.

It.

Was.

Agony.

He knew what He faced when He entered Jerusalem for the last time.

And still He pressed on.

Because it was the only way.

The Father had nailed Him, His beloved Son, to the altar before His birth.

He hung naked.

Stripped.

Disfigured.

Humiliated.

Man of sorrows.

King of the Jews.

And His Father turned His face.

Father and Son separated by a raging sea of sin.

My mother’s heart cries, “Stop!”

I cannot sacrifice my heart of hearts.

I turn my face from this kind of love.

I do not love them enough.

I do not love.

You.

Enough.

And yet.

You love in spite of me.

In spite of us.

And if we embrace the splinters of that cross, we will not taste the agony of separation.

Because He’s made a way.

And when the snow falls on our bloom, it will melt in glory grandeur.

We will behold Him face to face.

Because the Father turned His face.

Gratefully,

 

But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.
We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.
We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.
And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong,
on him, on him.
Isaiah 53:4-6 (Message)

 

Linking today with Michelle.

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  1. Lyla Lindquist says

    April 18, 2011 at 10:45 pm

    God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Cor 5:21)

    That’s all I’ve got. Powerful, Sandy.

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:24 pm

      God made Him sin. Wow.

      That’s more than enough.

  2. Lynn Mosher says

    April 18, 2011 at 10:50 pm

    Beautiful! Just as your heart is beautiful to spill out these words. Hope you have a very blessed Easter. Love you!

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:25 pm

      Hoping you will sense His fragrance especially this week as well, Lynn.

  3. Grace Houle says

    April 18, 2011 at 11:00 pm

    Beautiful words! God is good and faithful. May we truly understand His sacrifice.

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:26 pm

      Thank you and amen, Grace. I love your name! 🙂

  4. S. Etole says

    April 18, 2011 at 11:31 pm

    These words … rip and heal

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:27 pm

      You say so much in so few, Susan.

  5. Bindu says

    April 19, 2011 at 8:51 am

    Beautifully presented. The right message for the week. Have a great Easter!

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:27 pm

      Thank you. Blessings on your Easter as well.

  6. Louise says

    April 19, 2011 at 9:01 am

    I too love the way you wrote your words into the photos and made His word come alive.

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:27 pm

      Thanks so much, friend.

  7. Jeanne Damoff says

    April 19, 2011 at 9:54 am

    This is beautiful. Powerful. Thank you.

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:28 pm

      Thank you, Jeanne. Appreciate your company on the journey.

  8. journeytoepiphany says

    April 19, 2011 at 11:41 am

    This is amazingly beautiful!! Especially with the photos! The funny thing is I just wrote a short story this morning from the donkey colt’s point of view…I felt like you captured in poetry much more efficiently what I hoped to capture in prose. Thanks!

    • Sandra says

      April 19, 2011 at 2:29 pm

      Thanks so much. And now I am heading your way. 🙂

  9. Michelle DeRusha says

    April 19, 2011 at 9:30 pm

    I love that you retold this story in poetry, Sandra — it brings a whole new depth for me. And those photos of the prickly seedheads (or whatever they are?), they remind me of the crown of thorns — and covered in snow, the cold distance He must have felt from His Father. So much symbolism here, Sandy!

    Thank you for linking up…and many, many blessings to you and your beautiful family this Easter week!

    • Sandra says

      April 20, 2011 at 5:35 pm

      They are the same blossoms from Saturday’s post. My inlaws had it planted maybe 40 years ago. I’ve found the old landscape diagrams, but they are very faded.

      And thanks so much. Resurrection blessings to you and your family, too!

  10. HisFireFly says

    April 19, 2011 at 10:25 pm

    and all for us

    will I ever grasp that kind of love?

    • Sandra says

      April 20, 2011 at 5:35 pm

      Maybe–when we’re face to face with it.

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