We've domesticated the idea of Redemption,
Reduced the Lion of Judah into a whimpering puppy,
Done an unconscionable disservice to our charge, The Beloved,
The "Whosoever will",
dying for what Jesus died for,
The Domino Effect set off by the Cross,
The curse-crushing line that was drawn
in that Bloodied sand...
How dare we, who hold Truth, temper it,
We, who claim to speak for the King,
Corralling their Freedom,
Conditionally ladling out (if we even do that) this Tsunami of Salvation
with pithy talks on Sunday mornings
and impotent platitudes
which we've found more palatable, more plausible,
and preferred to
the Power of the Spirit
The Cross was not just for pretty.
Either It Is Finished,
or it is not.
Redemption is not just a feel-good thought,
It Is The Provision of Providence,
It is The Panacea we wield like a play-thing,
instead of the Living, Powerful, Double-Edged Sword that It Is.
Redemption is the Crux embodied in the Crucifixion,
as an oak tree in an acorn
as an atomic blast in a steel shell
It is the Apex of Creation
Redemption does not merely placate us
in the face of regrets and fall-out from our "best-laid-plans"
It does what our "filthy rags" could never do...
It Covers us
Triumphs over the wreckage
Trades us Beauty for Ashes
Is the Conduit which Carries us
Beyond the heart-rending, leveling losses...
Redemption Rebuilds, Restores, Reboots....
Redemption tangibly transforms our endings into Beginnings
Redemption rewrites the story,
Redemption Changes Everything.
"I Got This."
"I AM The Resurrection and The Life."