The Chasm of Belonging

There is a spirit within me that was created for a garden. In this garden there is a single Tree, and from this Tree flows all truth and grace.

Beneath this Tree lies the Savior my spirit longs to rest with, Him who with the unblemished fruit of perfect communion I will share. My spirit's gaze is forever fixed upon this Tree, aching for eternity in its shade. Yet in this communion unmarred I will not be able to abide until I have left this life.

Between that great chasm of what is and what is to come, longing is born.

I long to see my Savior's face, that blessed face that wore a crown of thorns for me. The face beaten and scorned for me.

I long to hold His hands, the hands pierced and nailed to that cursed tree so that I might one day call him "friend."

Lord, I long for you to hold me, for me to feel your heartbeat. That heart that burst out of compassion for me on the cross, in its last breath still crying out, "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do."

That same heart did not remain faint, however, for it is the heart of a Lion. The heart of the Lion of Judah has risen, its beat shattering the hollow silence of Joseph's tomb on the third day.

This is the heart of my Savior, the heart that I will intimately know and learn for all eternity.

Therefore, I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that will be revealed to us, the glory of our King's heart.