A fiery dart, a flaming arrow, the spear of a Roman soldier. All three have the purpose to puncture as the tip plunges into the mark in which it was intended. Its sole purpose, to neutralize and eliminate the threat. 

What is the threat? Anyone or anything making advances for the Kingdom of God.  My beautiful friend and mentor Sharon Patterson boldly reminded me that the enemy does not easily give up ground he unlawfully occupied. 

The word puncture floods my mind with images of the Roman swords thrusting into the vulnerable and exposed side of Jesus. As if death by hanging suspended on a cross with iron nail stakes driven through your palms or wrists and feet isn’t brutal enough. 

The book of John tells it like this, “Then the Jews, since it was the day of Sabbath preparation, and so the bodies wouldn’t stay on the crosses over the Sabbath (it was a high holy day that year), petitioned Pilate that their legs be broken to speed death, and the bodies taken down. So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first man crucified with Jesus, and then the other. When they got to Jesus, they saw that he was already dead, so they didn’t break his legs. One of the soldiers stabbed him in the side with his spear. Blood and water gushed out.” John 19:31-34 (MSG)

Uneven” is a poem I wrote In January of this year. It is a poem about Jesus on that day on the very hill of Golgotha.

Exquisite” is another poem I wrote about the thorns that adorned the crown of Jesus and my journey with Christ through breast cancer. One part of the piece Exquisite that describes my journey best is,

“Exquisite might not be how most would describe surviving cancer,

But I’ve never felt the breath of God any closer or any faster.

In my daily relationship with Jesus my heart and mind are taken back to the cross. The cross where He fulfilled the promises of His Father, God. The cross that paid the debt that I, justifiably, should be called to endure. By the cross, the blood of Jesus paid our debts in full, unearned, unworthy, unable to repay.

Now that’s grace. Now that’s love. Now that’s mercy. 

That, my sisters and brothers, is Jesus. 

Thank You Lord for the Cross!

In His love,
In response to The Daily Prompt – Puncture

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