Flagitious
No man or woman can shun from the temptations of sin. No matter how adequately you are equipped to fight off Satan’s devious provocations, it is only a matter of time before he finds out your weakness. Let’s face it: No one’s perfect, and so am I. Satan is not a demi-god born with a pea-sized brain. He has made himself nomadic, shifting through each aspect of your life, scrutinizing it until he finds an opening, and then apply pressure until you give in. I too have felt this.
However, I find relief just in the fact that Christ has already forgiven. Nothing that you have done, can make him close the door. The amount of mistakes I have made in this life surmounts to a mountain that can go head to head with Mount Everest, and i am not proud of that. Many of these habits and mistakes has cost opportunities for me to succeed, to be deemed a success in many peoples eyes. Many opportunities are ‘one off’. There is technically only one shot at A’levels, and let’s face it: I screwed up. Fell down all the way to the bottom of the dreaded bottomless pit. How does one raise from something they do not even know how high? Who is there to give you another chance? The answer to me, was simple. When the path leading forward looked dark and lonesome, god became the lantern i hold on to. When no one else could provide me with another chance at redemption, God gave me a chance of another life.
Its easy for me to say all these, especially when God has done so much in my life, so much so that it would seem as if grace has single-handedly dragged me back onto my feet. But all this happened only because I opened myself to the one God who WANTED to give me another chance.
Ashamed at myself for all the misdeeds, failures, disgrace, I locked myself up in a small room without light, never wanting to see it again, knowing I’m not fit. Then, I heard a knock on the door.
“My son, may I come in?”
“No! I’m too ashamed to face you! I will not let you see this disgrace that has befallen me!”
I locked the door so he couldn’t enter, but Jesus kept knocking on the door.
When I couldn’t take it anymore I decided to peep through to see want Jesus wanted to talk to me about. Scold me? Condemn me? Look upon my shame in disdain? As I peeped through the opening, there stood a Lord bleeding from the holes in his hand, so bloody, yet so saint, a smile upon his face, his arms wide open. On his right hand was a list of all my sins, my mistakes, the burdens of which I should be made to bear, my punishment put upon me by my actions, and there at the bottom right corner there were these writings in crimson blood:
Paid.
With love,
Jesus Christ
I welcome all who thinks they are not fit for glory to think again. Nobody was, until God gave us life. I welcome those that has not experienced God to take on this wonderful journey and let the Lord give you life you thought you have lost and never will retrieve. I welcome all to believe in my Lord, Jesus Christ. He has already paid your price.
