No Record...

How to begin this, I do not know. There is no humor in what I have to write about today; nor is there a fancy, eloquent way of describing the event and lesson that I learned this weekend... Nay, more the truth I was opened to this weekend. A truth that I have known inside and out but only now have been given, by The Christ, a true revelation of its deep and passionate meaning.

 This weekend I was visiting some people "family" whom I used to live with. They now live in a small rural area a few hours away from me. Well there I attended the church that they go to ; a small spirit filled house ready to pull out the anointing oil and prophesy in a moments notice. Due to a youth retreat most of the attendee's were 65 and above (Which I personally do not mind at all: I love the spirits of the elderly.)

 After the service I was politely introduced to a few of the regular members. One man in particular stuck out to my soul; he was around 6'2" tall maybe less and around 230lbs and he was 80 years of age. He greeted me with a gentle smile and a hard handshake.

 Laughing as he firmly jerked my arm he commented " Wheres your muscle boy? They aren't working you hard enough! Your arm is so flimsy ha ha!"

 I would like to make it clear that he was not being mean he was just being a man and it was actually quite humorous.

 Leaving the church we then decided to go to breakfast at the local diner. A few minutes after being seated we were joined by a few of the fellow church goers that we had just seen. To my surprise the giant old man who had commented on my hand shake sat right next to me.

 At this point I would like to explain something for the women reading. When men meet each other there is, I believe, 3 immediate possible outcomes:

   1. We don't like them.

   2. We do like them.

   3. We respect and look up to them.

  (Other possibilities are available but they can be most likely related back to these 3.)

 Anyways for some reason my soul respected and looked up to this man in a small way. Larger than life and stronger then most he was 80 and still tough, still big, still ready to be a man.

 We talked and ate and drank coffee; it was good. I said my goodbyes and was actually saddened to leave so early considering the fellowship with such new and interesting people.

 Upon leaving the restaurant I was informed that the man that I had met and held a fondness for had just been released from prison for being guilty of sexually abusing children...

 My feelings for pedophiles could be counted as sin.

 In the car I was silent; lost inside an internal conflict with God. "Why didn't you let me know God? Why didn't you let my soul know? That man was an animal!"

 The Lord, King of Kings, my daddy answered so beautifully. "Before you knew that he was/is a pedophile you loved that man, you desired his company, you respected him. You had know idea of the wrongs he had committed; you only knew the love that you held for him. That is what I mean when I say that my love keeps no record of wrongs. I literally don't know/care about your wrong doings I just love you and him. I didn't tell you so that you may feel the love that I have for such a messed up human being."

 I write this entry to speak to all of us living under The Blood of Christ and to those who don't know the freedom that it brings. That is how much He loves us. Our wrong doings will never stand in the way of his love, his will, his desire to know us and be with us. We haven't even begun to fathom the extent of His (Christs) goodness and love. I hope that this speaks to all of you, I pray that it changes something in you. Any one who reads this and doesn't yet know Christ and you have more questions, just ask.