by Elizabeth Burgard Fulgaro copyright 2020
Oct 22 to Jan 6 reflections from an upcoming book for tending hurting hearts at Christmas
Thick, wet raindrops hit the window singly and drip down in long, dark streams. Lord, it reminds me of Your crimson blood dripping out in unstoppable cruelly-inflicted torrents for love of us! The thought is almost more than I can bear….
Expression of utmost love through suffering and indescribable pain. Your wounds still there marring Your glorified hands. An expression of exquisite beauty open and extended towards me in loving acceptance, invitation and unmitigated beckoning in the midst of the mess I am. You don’t care. You don’t care because You care so much. It doesn’t matter to You what a blubbering blob on the floor I can be at times. You look beyond when the anger or frustration well up or depression and despair seek to push me low.
You are not oblivious to these. You want to heal them. To forgive me. To help life be easier not because hardship goes away or even diminishes, but because out of love (not condemnation) you long to mold me more into Your image. To see my life from Your eternal view. Yes. Because it is pleasing to You and it’s that for which You made me. But also because You love me. You love me! And you know if I will let You heal the inner wounds which are so raw-ly exposed by this hard time, I will feel better. Infinitely. Joy will arise even more! Peace unbounded and humanly inexplicable.
We all have inner wounds. Each one. Trauma experienced which has rocked our inner cores because this is earth and not heaven yet. The adversary working through us one to the other to hurt and cause misunderstandings and split us apart. But there You are, Jesus. You gave it all up to come to the manger and life with us and then death which of course, was unto new life so that Spirit could come. And one by one wounds can find balm and gradual healing through Your truth which is Your authentic love. This also is the doorway to learn to be Your love to yet others.
Then by Your Spirit, You begin the work on our wounds, glorifying the places of our suffering. Then by Your love one to the other, a quilt of Spirit-connected love patches will form to cover the many of us. Despite immense still-brokenness which this life will be until heaven.
Your arms, Your arms, Your arms of love with the nail-pierced hands. Nails! Arms open, extended. Looking to embrace. Console. Heal. Activate.
The awe. The almost disbelief at what You did and gave along with a cautious longing to imitate what Your still-bloodied hands reveal. Self-giving. Total. In totality. I don’t think I can do it! I know that I cannot! Yet You comfort. You invite me to come to You and Your Spirit will work this out in me. It is a promise. Your infinite, unconditional, unstoppable, never-ending, everlasting love. Extended to us ongoing. To me. It is to this mystical embrace that You invite. For thriving. For the life of the world. New life. New creation. As a participation in Your life, which of necessity is connected to Your heartbeat through it all. Because of the manger and beyond. Blessed life! Thank You!
6 With what shall I come before the Lord and bow myself before God on high? Shall I come before Him with burnt offerings, with calves a year old?
7 Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? Shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
8 He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you but to do justly, and to love kindness and mercy, and to humble yourself and walk humbly with your God?
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