Come, my friends, let us revisit the cross. Whether it has been mere hours since you last sat on this grassy hill, or whether it has been years, come with me.
Who can fathom the freedom of this place? The extremity of emotion is more potent here than anywhere I have ever known. The beautiful, terrible love scours away every chain and shackle I have so willingly accepted. It hints at a reality which is beyond my current perception. A realm governed by sacrifice, submission, and servant-hood May I, like King David, dare to be foolish in terms of my current perception, and, like him, say that I will become even more undignified than this! May I love extravagantly, as I have been extravagantly loved.
How often and how easily I forget how my Life Source willingly poured out His life in humility and meekness. Because He loved. Not because it would make sense to the current realm, not because it was what He deserved, but because the foolishness of man is the wisdom of God and His agony held the key to freeing His broken beloved from hers.
How quick I am to leave this hill of surrender, of full abandon, of painful love. I rush off to do something "productive" with my life, to meet expectations, to maintain an identity of a "successful" adult, to follow the rules. How eager I am to reclaim the shackles which I need not wear any longer. But as I tread along the path of His tears and I gaze upon His broken body, all else fades. I am convinced in these moments that I can add nothing to His sufficiency, all my striving is as dust, all my frantic pursuits are a chasing after wind.
So I will sit on this hill. And I invite you to join me. Come, friends, let us sit together and lift our faces to the torrent of mercy and acceptance and breathtaking love that resides in this place.
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