Stretched between the thorny spikes of the gorse in the
fallow field, intricate spider webs shimmer in the morning sun, their lines
picked out in overnight dewdrops. They resemble a field of trampolines, tempting
the unwary flies and insects to land, and then be caught by the wily spiders.
In my mind’s eye, I see an empty wooden cross, anchored in
the soil beneath but stretching, breaking through the network of sticky webs,
soaring through clouds overhead into the beautiful blue of beyond.
The cross of Jesus, anchored in the
righteousness of God, punctures and perforates the sin that
so easily entangles us, lifting us soaring into the heavenlies where we can sit
in Jesus at the Father’s right hand.
I am so grateful that no schemes of the enemy are beyond the
power of God to shred. I am so grateful for the mercy and grace of the Lord who
loves his world so much that he was willing to be sacrificed for our sakes. How
can I not be filled with joy and thanksgiving, even in this time of turbulence
and uncertainty?
Praise to King Jesus, who died for the sins of us all.
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