I had dinner tonight with a dear sister of mine at On the Border. I have been blog-frozen for a bit, and I must confess that I miss you ladies. My lack of online life has been due partly to the fact that I have been moving, and my room still looks like a tornado hit it. The other half is because I am unable to articulate the burden God has placed on my heart. I don't know if I just wasn't feeling well tonight, or I finally gave heed to this burden, but after a good round of chips and salsa, I couldn't even touch my en tree. You know when I pass up my Mexican, something is troubling me. I sat and listened to the season of intense suffering that God has allowed this precious one to experience. And to paraphrase her situation, 'her own has received her not.'
Received not...received not...received not. I know there are far more intense tragedies to be listed, but this one touches at a core and tender area of who I am, and thus who Christ has fashioned me to become. Though application is possible for expansion, I'm going to speak to this particular instance of parental rejection if I may.
Dear 'rejected' one, cry out to your El Roi who sees the wounded state of your fatherless (motherless) soul. The One who has promised to bottle your tears knows what it is like to have come into His own, and His own receive Him not. You have yet to hear your Daddy say 'I love you.' You have yet to earn your mother's acceptance. You have yet to be a 'delight' to them. Your undeniable spiritual passion for Christ alone is deemed a mockery, lie, and of ignorance. You have been threatened, ignored, ridiculed, abandoned, and wounded. You have been forsaken, disillusioned, disappointed, and teased. You have been emotionally orphaned, (if not more), left, and isolated. You have been forsaken by your mother and father.
And yet you have been received by your God. (Psalm 27). You have been offered the privilege to enter into the fellowship of His sufferings. You have been deemed the apple of His eye. Your spiritual heart has heard 'I love you' by the beautiful scandalous act of His death. You have been accepted into the Beloved. Your undeniable spiritual passion for Christ alone is powerful, honoring, glorifying, truth, and of resounding Kingdom impact. You have been chosen, rejoiced over, blessed, set apart, called, and approved. You are beautiful, holy, and a righteous daughter of the King. You house the very Presence of The Living God. Indeed, you are of great worth.
You belong to Christ. You...child...belong...to Christ. You belong...
The One who has spoken the stars into being has whispered your name. The hands pierced by a nail have your very name written on them. The One who has fashioned your being together is dancing over you (Zephaniah 3:17). You are deeply, unconditionally, and tenaciously loved.
Climb into the lap of the One who knows the most rejection of us all...and touch the scars.