a Love Story – the One – February 19

a LOVE STORY
February 19, 2021

the One

Psalm 68:5-6, ‘To the fatherless, He is a Father. To the widow, He is a champion friend. To the lonely, He makes them a part of a family. To the prisoners, He leads into prosperity until they sing for joy. This is our Holy God in His Holy Place! (TPT).’

The Lord God had longed to mingle with His creation since the moment He removed Adam from the beautiful garden He’d plotted for mankind. In quiet moments, the Creator reminisced about walking and talking in the garden with His being, displaying to the man all He’d dreamt for him, demonstrating all He’d hoped into existence. The Master hadn’t envisioned that one day He would reign over the heavens while His enemy would try to rule the world He had lovingly created, nor that He would be separated from His beloved creation. There would come a time, however, when all that was in captivity would be freed and His majesty would be unleashed. There would no longer be any division between heaven and earth just as it was created in the beginning. But that time hadn’t yet come.

Until now. The Way was on the way, allowing Elohim (Creator) once again to walk amongst His people. The Son instituted quite an entrance, the Father proudly smiled. “That’s My Boy,” He whispered to no one in particular as they moved through the throngs, teaching and preaching, finding the lost, drawing them in, offering hope and a place to belong. He was becoming a Father again to the fatherless, comforting the left alone, setting the lonely into families where one could belong. His Son stood in the gap where there had been none before who would.

But to some, Jesus trespassed upon their plans, interrupted their parties, tainted their self-made realities with His perfection. Adonai (Master) looked upon them sadly. The religious leaders still worshiped gods they devised with their own schemes, secretly, mockingly, hypocritically. They taunted, and ultimately forsook, the God they had been awaiting because they rejected His Son, expecting someone different to arrive. Yet, the demons, knowing without a doubt that the Lord God had dressed in humanity and come to earth, trembled and shrunk away, taking to hiding in strange places as crazy as pigs and amongst tormented tombs. It greatly grieved the Father; He looked upon His people again with a God-shaped hole filled with compassion and the need to rescue them from themselves.

The crowds murmured, confused by this unlikely One, perplexed by the signs and wonders He carried like a bag of tricks. Was it acceptable to be proud of His Son? Of course, He was! as a dead man discarded burial scraps for a garment of praise, lame leapt, blind beheld, and food and fellowship multiplied, filling the empty. “Is this love?” they asked one another. “Could this be the One?” they mused, bewildered by what they didn’t understand, “Or should we be expecting another?” their whispers were heard in the halls of haughty synagogues and overthrown temples. Chains fell from captives and vindication came for victims and kindness uprooted the moral climate while jealousy brewed in the heart of religion like a stiff tonic, in an attempt to dishevel Jesus, and disrupt and conflict the message of the Christ.

The Father didn’t have long as He surveyed the chronology of His Master Plan. His love was steeping in the hearts of an unlikely gaggle of men who flanked His Son from village to town to sea, and it was becoming stronger, more potent and easily poured out into the lives of His needy creation. The hardest part was yet to come, He sighed; His soul leaden inside of His chest. With painful resignation, the Father drew away to a quiet place to await a visit with His Son. Just as the Master moved toward the hillside, a depth of evil darkness the Master hadn’t experienced in some time enveloped the air. When the man passed, the Lord God recognized him as one of the gang often surrounding Jesus. “Psst, Judas, over here!” a Roman official hollered, and he turned in the direction of the voice. Immediately, the Master commanded, “Depart from Me; I never knew you!” and the man named Judas fled.

It was time.

During the month of February,
come with me as we JOURNEY through
the greatest LOVE STORY ever written.