Hi my friend. You are really a God of a million chance. You never fail to amaze me. I thought I am gone and you keep on giving me this precious time. Well I am writing again to tell you how grateful I am. I am writing to let your children know that you are really a great Father who looks not on weakness of His child but rather looks with an understanding heart. A heart that accepts everything... me. Yes.......a victory of grace no less...on me.
I always wonder what you see in me. My passion being shared by this God of compassion? My frustrations and pain is not mine alone? But His too? Why my friend do you love me so much? You burst forth life in me amidst its ashes.... joy in my sorrow...laugther in my tears, you're a great friend......and father. A savior!
When ever I contemplate the crucifix hanging on the wall of my room I think I am beginning to understand that there is really power in powerlessness. The cost of this unconditional love for us...for me....the humiliation and pain you suffered, all the way to your last breath just for me...for us.... brought me to this beautiful place called peace. A place where you accept with open arms suffering and pain, knowing that you are sharing the suffering of my ever loving friend who said, " forgive them for they know not what they do." Yes, even to those who tortured and put him to death. The cost it seems is too little compared to the gains of loving.
This story moves me.
" My friend isn't back from the battlefield, sir. Request permission to go out and get him."
" Permission refused," said the officer. " I don't want you to risk your life for a man who is probably dead."
The soldier went, all the same, and an hour later, came back mortally wounded carrying the corpse of his friend. The officer was furious. " I told you he was dead. Now I've lost both of you.
Tell me, was it worth going out there to bring a corpse?"
The dying man replied, " Oh, it was, sir. When I got to him he was still alive. And he said to me
Jack, I was sure you'd come.
