Gloryteller

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I fought God with all I had, but I had very little,
Obviously,
Oh, I did have foolishness on my side,
Ignorance,
I had my misconceptions,
Doubts,
“Logic”,
He seemed weak,
He was not necessary,
I was not hurt nor killed . . .
My unbelief hit Him hard,
I was relentless with my personal attacks,
With speech, with deeds,
But especially, it seemed, when I turned my back . . .

Yet He was undeterred,
He endured,
And when it seemed like I had “won” (oh foolish ignorance)
He sent in His best man.
Bring him on,
In church, I had seen him,
Defeated on that cross,
I attacked and struck persistently,
I saw it hurt,
But he only turned his cheek,
He hit me only with love,
I staggered backward,
He struck with forgiveness,
He confused me with his light,
This guy cheated, he did not fight fairly,
When he had almost bested me,
He held back mercifully,

“Leave him alone, he is mine,” he said to whom?
And he fought that enemy – my real enemy,
I was ashamed when I realized,
He fought using two beams of wood,
After having been beaten and cruelly whipped,
I thought he was done after that alone,
But he persevered with a savage hammer and three vicious nails,
My enemy laughed with scorn,
“Oh, God, what can I do?” I groaned . . .
And I obeyed the whispered “Believe and trust Him” . . .

It was horrifying,
The moment He exposed His beautiful, perfect, vulnerable heart,
And gave up all His lifeblood to rescue me . . .
I knew, beyond all logic and reason,
That He, the Better Man,
The Best of All Men, had won His battle with me – for me,
At a profound personal cost,
And all was wrapped in darkness, then . . .
Except! ,
That the essence of the light of His Godly Face,
Echoed in the heart of my being,
And it was growing brighter every moment . . .

Until it filled me,
Filled me and transformed me into my real, true, whole, most complete, and best self,
Not in and of myself, but in Him, that I not be able to boast,
The joy brought about by that miraculous transformation is hard to describe,
And He is more than able to do the same for you, my friend,
He has already won the battle of the crucifixion for us,
He paid our debt and rescued us from the final “creditor/predator”,
All that’s left is for Him to win the battle for your trust,
For your heart,
Surrender, my friend,
Tell Him you do,
You can only win by losing,
Like He did,
The Better Man won by seeming to lose,
The Best Man,
The One Living God,
Believe me, this is the battle you do want to lose.