Crown of Beauty

“to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes…”  Isaiah 61:3
I am not scared of being torn by two realities, the real life of suffering and real love of Christ.  Jesus perfect light showed me the way.  He let the fullness of suffering tear his body.  Grace.  He gave the strength of his life to the war of man’s redemption, by lashings of near death.  By His pain, mocking, and agony he showed a greater love by way of death.  He marked out the new way in his torn body.  He comforts my mind when I’m at war in life with His overwhelming kind heart.  His heart calls me to wholeness by the cross, where the endless wound of man is overcome by the endless love of God.  His heart torn with love.  His body bearing the marks.  His spirit crying out in conflict and agony.  His will immovable fixed on the love the Father gave him to bear.  Any doubter in that moment trembled with the terror of God’s great love booming like thunder across the skies and closing the light of days.  As if the light that gave sight upon a sin sick world filled with sorrow, and death refused to further shine.  The sun in protest held back the light on the creation full of rebellion tearing up the pure Son of God like dogs to a feast.  Torn in body. Torn upon in his flesh.  Torn upon by demons and hell itself.  Rending at the finality of his life the curtain the separation of the Father and sons.  No longer would the way of God’s love be hidden from the sight of His sons and daughters in the earth.   Jesus, son of man and son of God with his last breath in his lungs cries out, Father forgive them.  Now this blood is way of mercy born anew in the cold earth.  Love spilling from His side and his dying breath made our way home. 
So when you are broken and torn, he will find you and mend you and heal you.  It’s His way, humble and quiet now, but loud in my lungs because he was loud on that day and filled the earth with the sound of love.  
I am wholly loved.  You are completely loved.  

He wore a crown of thorns so you and I can wear a crown of victory and beauty.
Thank you Jesus for wearing the crown of thorns, so that I may overcome, lift my head and be restored.
“The Roman officer and the other soldiers at the crucifixion were terrified by the earthquake and all that had happened. They said, “This man truly was the Son of God!” Matthew 27:54

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