The Place of the Skull
lay right before me—your precious gift of sacrifice calling. “Father, forgive
them. They don’t know what they do.” Your heart beat on that cross for me. Your
love bled without price to melt the prison of my selfishness. I breathed your agony
as you waited for release. Just before your heart ceased, I realized that the
greatest promise was about to enfold this struggling world. With your last
breath, it was finished. Love fulfilled its purpose. Grace met the rigid wall
of my stubborn heart, and love called my name.
As I turned from the
place you had died, new life beckoned. I knew this was not over. I couldn’t
draw enough of you into my heart. You loved me with all you had to give, and
now I yearned to love without reserve. You forgave, and now I longed to forgive
without regard. The tomb waited where they laid your broken body. The gift of your
life drew me without thought—without ulterior motive. It drew without regard to
man’s opinion or his judgement. You had given pure love with nothing expected
in return. And now I was drawn to your tomb to seek the unselfish love that
gave life for my besieged heart.
My broken heart was
called to come within the small opening. My shattered life was drawn into the
tomb where yours had been placed. So I entered. You had escaped this tomb
through the love you had given at the Place of the Skull. You were not here! You
had risen! Your love had conquered the pain of my selfish heart, and your unrestrained
grace had set me free to forgive as I had been forgiven. Grace had met the
rigid wall of my selfishness, and melted my resistance. I could breathe.
I stepped from the tomb
into the garden. Your hand lay upon my heart. There was no me. There was only release
from the bounds of my own tomb. There was only your love so pure and flowing
that only one word could explain. I could now forgive and love as I had been
forgiven and loved. I was free.
© 2018 Lynn Lacher
www.lynnlacher.com
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