Snow White

You too were awake in the middle of the night, wrestling with God. You were a Man of Sorrows. Your friends...they must have been so afraid. The One they had followed, trusted, believed in - Dead.

Did the enemy whisper lies and half truths to You? To them? Words that our broken parts are so attune to? He questions whether You are who You say You are, whether I am Your child, because my actions might lead me and others to believe otherwise. And the broken parts inside us are only too willing to still listen.

You were Forsaken by those who had followed and loved you, even vehemently, fiercely, violently followed you, willing at first to defend You with a Sword, but later unwilling to acknowledge You with their lips. You were kissed by the one who betrayed Your Friendship. Yet - You were silent, as a Lamb led to the Slaughter You didn't open Your Mouth. In Anger or Retaliation. Even Righteous Anger. Instead You RECEIVED God's Righteous Anger meant for us, meant for me. You took upon Yourself what I deserved and remained silent in the face of Ridicule and False Accusations. And True Accusations - for You are King.

Your disciples standing, watching, waiting for You to do....Something Amazing ..... Something .... ANYTHING .... to stop this Nightmare from unfolding before them.

How disappointed, confused and hurt they must have been as they watched You lay down Your Life...and Die...and with You - the Death of their Dreams and Hopes and all they had lived for, all they have given up everything they had for. Dead..the sealed Tomb the final Nail in the Coffin of their Dead Dreams. And that was that. Silence. Nothing.

Until that Sunday morning when their Hopes and Dreams came ALIVE with a Faith never to be shaken again, and You proved once and for all that even Death is Not Final.

You give us Hope and Joy - to know that it is NEVER to late to trust in You. You are who You say You are, and we are who You say we are....Free, Forgiven, Cleansed, bought with a price from the Slave Market of our own making, the Shackles gone, under New Ownership, Dead to sin but Alive to Jesus Christ.

And we payed nothing for that Freedom and You paid it all.

It's snowing again outside - You washed our sins as White as Snow