Thoughts for another day

Nov. 13, 2009

Today's verse: Ps. 56:8. put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? (KJV)
(Pls. read the above before you read further. Thanks)

I looked at this verse and told myself: How much my God loves me. He’s done everything; so much so, He’s given Himself up for me. And now as I behold Him, He says, my tears are in His bottle with an account of every tear I’ve ever cried because my tears are precious to Him!

And then I reflect and wonder, ‘LORD, what about Your tears, honestly LORD, do You cry? My mind goes back to the time, when Jesus drew near to Jerusalem. He looked at the city and wept. You know why? Because He saw you and me, and He saw the pain we’re in. But more importantly, my mind dwelt on His pain. Why did He cry? Yes, He did say that He wept for us and sure He did weep for us, yet there was something else in that amazing heart which burns with love for us. There was pain and sorrow. There was hurt and agony; because, despite His loving us so much, we’ve always insulted Him and kept Him away.

It takes me back to a time when in prayer I had an amazing experience. I was reflecting on Mic. 6:3, ‘O my people, what have I done unto thee? and wherein have I wearied thee? testify against me.’ And I could feel the tears in His eyes. I saw the pain and anguish He harbored. Why, because we hurt Him. Because we’re ready to exchange Him for a bit of pleasure or a token of money, Judas sold Him for 30 silver coins anyway. We have no qualms in just shunting Him away or throwing Him far from our lives. We’re in constant rebellion with Him. We do not like Him, we war with Him. We’re more comfortable without Him. He is a pain and we just want to get away from Him. We don’t care that He is lonely. Yeah, it’s really lonely in His domain. All we want is to be self sufficient and master of selves. Adam and Eve wanted that too – to be god.

What you read above might surprise you, but it’s true. The thing is, we don’t have time for Him. That’s where the problem lies. We do not understand Him and we don’t care. We saunter into each day thinking we love and revere Him, but it’s a sham. We continue our charade and forward a few emails thinking we’ve done our bit, but yet He is lonely and even today, I can hear Him say, ‘O my child what have I done unto thee? Have I wearied thee? Tell me!’