So, the other morning God popped this into my head, some thing to ponder...
Picture a little Indian girl, thin, dirty and about 8 years of age, she is sitting against an old brick wall with her arms wrapped around her knees. Her head is downcast and she refuses to look up. A big, strong, rough hand appears in the corner of the picture and deep gentle voice asks her to take His hand, the hand of the Father. She shakes her head and refuses to look up or stand, ashamed of all that she has done. The Father says, I know all that you have done; the child begins to remember the times she had stolen things, lied, hurt, etc. and cowers further. He goes on, I died so that you don’t have to remain in you sin/filth, I offer you freedom and grace in exchange for all you have done. The child still remains on the ground, wanting to look up in the eyes of the Father and run into His arms but in her stubbornness she remains on the ground. The Father gets tears in His eyes and says “my child, I love you… come to me, you are tired. Let me heal you, let me set you free.”
How often are we like this child? Realizing that we are wretches, fallen, selfish creatures, we sit in our guilt wanting to better ourselves, but forgiveness seems too easy, we desire to work. The Father stands there, arms open wide, His eyes full of love and His heart is full of forgiveness.
Get up, run.
Grace is free, be free, it is for freedom that He has set us free.