Broken Down...Lifted Up
"I will extol You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my foes rejoice over me. O LORD my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me. O LORD, You brought my soul up from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning." (Psalm 30:1-3,5)
After reflecting on the final week of Jesus' ministry, may we remember that we are all broken people living in a broken down and fallen world. The Lord came to us to reveal Himself and to heal, save, redeem, and restore our lives. He lifts up our heads and our hearts and brings us up out of the horrible pits we are in that He might set our feet upon a rock and give us a new and living hope.
We need to learn to "keep it real"...in both the natural and in the supernatural. In other words, let's not just consider where we are at on any given moment but also where God is at in it all. For the way we are feeling in any given situation is only one part of the whole truth. We must also factor in the eternal with the temporal and consider what God sees, what He says, and what He has already accomplished to get the full reality. So let's keep it completely real!
Christ is forever risen...and He is now 'livin' in you and me!
Let's go back to the empty tomb consider the overflowing heart of Mary Magdalene when the risen Christ lifted her up from her broken down state in this following spoken word poem...
My Heart is Overflowing
By Joey Rozek
It’s Sunday, and the one day that I never thought would go this way…running to tell the others that His body had been taken away. All I could say without a moment’s delay was that I couldn’t grasp why they would not allow the body to stay…to remain in the tomb.
Was there not enough room? …For just a little decency when recently they beat Him so brutally with their inhumane cruelty even releasing a prisoner so guilty, allowing the filthy to triumph over the innocent. But still He, silently, did not react violently but relying on the Almighty only did rightly, gripping the cross ever so tightly …And on the way He politely told those who took their sin too lightly not to weep for Him but for their children daily and nightly.
With distracted thoughts and a heart disappointed, I walked and I wept until two angels appeared and pointed. They said the Anointed Messiah was no longer here but had risen…And, I uhhh, didn’t know what to think as my bones felt disjointed.
But then came a voice calling to me from the garden and before my heart could continue to harden, I felt my desperation and begging him pardon, “Sir, if you have carried Him away tell me where you have laid Him” …For the buried should remain without someone needing to invade Him.
But He looked at me with love in His eyes while I tried to evade him until my body
shivered and I then realized that He knew me…He knew my name.
But wait! How could this be! The Man standing before me had clearly died on that tree…that terrible cross amidst all the mockery where Christ spilled His blood and willingly paid the debt for me. My shame was now all I could see but it became replaced by the sight of His face, and now His saving grace was setting me free.
I came to this tomb feeling overwhelmed and rejected, but now with this new evidence I collected, I objected to what I formerly suspected. This is truly my Rabboni! – the only One who ever detected that my heart was so infected that I thought I would never be selected – But He chose me and clothed me, and with His mercy protected…and now He is here again….as my Savior resurrected!
Without hesitation and with renewed anticipation, I faced Him and embraced Him as His joy replaced my trepidation. My Redeemer lives! He is no longer dead!
Hallelujah! I clung to my Rabboni and held Him until He said, “My child, it is I. I will never leave you nor forsake you, you must tell the others I am going but will soon come again to take you…for I am preparing a great mansion that awaits you.
The harvest is soon coming, and my workers are few, but I have made you my
overcomers…and the evidence of My presence is My residence in you.
My heart is now overflowing with this good theme,
I recite my composition to the risen King.
My tongue is now the pen of a ready writer,
My Lord has resurrected and my future is forever brighter!
After reflecting on the final week of Jesus' ministry, may we remember that we are all broken people living in a broken down and fallen world. The Lord came to us to reveal Himself and to heal, save, redeem, and restore our lives. He lifts up our heads and our hearts and brings us up out of the horrible pits we are in that He might set our feet upon a rock and give us a new and living hope.
We need to learn to "keep it real"...in both the natural and in the supernatural. In other words, let's not just consider where we are at on any given moment but also where God is at in it all. For the way we are feeling in any given situation is only one part of the whole truth. We must also factor in the eternal with the temporal and consider what God sees, what He says, and what He has already accomplished to get the full reality. So let's keep it completely real!
Christ is forever risen...and He is now 'livin' in you and me!
Let's go back to the empty tomb consider the overflowing heart of Mary Magdalene when the risen Christ lifted her up from her broken down state in this following spoken word poem...
My Heart is Overflowing
By Joey Rozek
It’s Sunday, and the one day that I never thought would go this way…running to tell the others that His body had been taken away. All I could say without a moment’s delay was that I couldn’t grasp why they would not allow the body to stay…to remain in the tomb.
Was there not enough room? …For just a little decency when recently they beat Him so brutally with their inhumane cruelty even releasing a prisoner so guilty, allowing the filthy to triumph over the innocent. But still He, silently, did not react violently but relying on the Almighty only did rightly, gripping the cross ever so tightly …And on the way He politely told those who took their sin too lightly not to weep for Him but for their children daily and nightly.
With distracted thoughts and a heart disappointed, I walked and I wept until two angels appeared and pointed. They said the Anointed Messiah was no longer here but had risen…And, I uhhh, didn’t know what to think as my bones felt disjointed.
But then came a voice calling to me from the garden and before my heart could continue to harden, I felt my desperation and begging him pardon, “Sir, if you have carried Him away tell me where you have laid Him” …For the buried should remain without someone needing to invade Him.
But He looked at me with love in His eyes while I tried to evade him until my body
shivered and I then realized that He knew me…He knew my name.
But wait! How could this be! The Man standing before me had clearly died on that tree…that terrible cross amidst all the mockery where Christ spilled His blood and willingly paid the debt for me. My shame was now all I could see but it became replaced by the sight of His face, and now His saving grace was setting me free.
I came to this tomb feeling overwhelmed and rejected, but now with this new evidence I collected, I objected to what I formerly suspected. This is truly my Rabboni! – the only One who ever detected that my heart was so infected that I thought I would never be selected – But He chose me and clothed me, and with His mercy protected…and now He is here again….as my Savior resurrected!
Without hesitation and with renewed anticipation, I faced Him and embraced Him as His joy replaced my trepidation. My Redeemer lives! He is no longer dead!
Hallelujah! I clung to my Rabboni and held Him until He said, “My child, it is I. I will never leave you nor forsake you, you must tell the others I am going but will soon come again to take you…for I am preparing a great mansion that awaits you.
The harvest is soon coming, and my workers are few, but I have made you my
overcomers…and the evidence of My presence is My residence in you.
My heart is now overflowing with this good theme,
I recite my composition to the risen King.
My tongue is now the pen of a ready writer,
My Lord has resurrected and my future is forever brighter!
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