… He said to me …

Hesitatingly re-watching Nefarious : Merchant of Soul again by myself  while Paul was watching and facilitating discussion with another group of people.  Facing me are familiar faces, familiar voices, familiar dust, familiar light, familiar pain, oh so familiar tears.  After 96 minutes I sat still and heard Him saying to me again with these words:

“I was hungry and you gave me to eat. I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless and you took me in.”

Hungry not for bread – but HUNGRY for love.

Naked not only for clothing – but NAKED of human dignity and respect.

Homeless not only for want of a room of bricks – but HOMELESS because of rejection.

This is Christ in distressing disguise. 

An aboriginal girl  holding up a sign says, “I am pregnant and I need food” with her shoulder hunching over her bulging belly.  I had her face framed in my mind, speculating and calculating what I should do.  The despair on her face contrasts in extreme with what Annie and Helena spelled out in the film …

“I know I am about to get a heart attack when everywhere else was pitched dark, but my eyes were wide opened.  I can feel my heart beating like “blrrrrrrrrr”.  I said to myself, I am dying.  Nothing comes to my mind, but the name “Jesus”.  All I could say was “Jesus, Jesus, I am sorry!  Please save me, please forgive me, please save me from  myself. Jesus!”  — Annie, former prostitute whose face was lit up when she recalled how only a distance of one breathe between herself and Jesus who said to her “I Love You.”

“Jesus.  I know He is real.  He is so gentle, so very gentle.  We would be sitting on the bench, talking.  He is so gentle. so very gentle.  I cannot stop talking about Him.” — Helena, former prostitute, beaming in her beautiful smile talking about our King Lord Jesus

Father Lord with your arms wide opened to her.  My eyes only saw her, Your eyes see into her despair.  Show her Your beautiful eyes, let Her see Your beautiful eyes. Show her your heart, your bleeding weeping heart for her.  Mend her heart, cup her tears, protect her and the little one inside.  Be her refuge, be her fortress!!  Move with my feet if You will, give me wisdom as I move.  Speak into her heart with a song playing in echo with Your Divine Love.  A song that spoke into my heart, wrestling and questioning what Your beautiful eyes were looking at.  Then, and only then, I understand …

“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been pondering
“What does love look like?”
“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been asking of You

I once believed that love was romance, just a chance
I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful
I once believed that love was a momentary bliss
But love is more than this
All You ever wanted was my attention
All You ever wanted was love from me
All You ever wanted was my affections, to sit here at Your feet

Then I sat down, a little frustrated and confused
If all of life comes down to love
Then love has to be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain

And then I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
He was looking at me, looking at Him, staring through me
I could not escape those beautiful eyes
And I began to weep and weep

He had arms wide open, a heart exposed
Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding

Love’s definition, love’s definition was looking at me
Looking at Him, hanging on a tree
I began to weep and weep and weep and weep

This is how I know what love is, this is how I know what love is

And as I sat there weeping, crying
Those beautiful eyes, full of desire and love

He said to me, “You shall love Me, You shall love Me
You shall love Me, You shall love Me”

With arms wide open, a heart exposed
With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding

If anybody’s looking for love in all the wrong places
If you’ve been searching for love, come to Me, come to Me
Take up your cross, deny yourself
Forget your father’s house and run, run with Me
You were made for abandonment, wholeheartedness

You were made for someone greater, someone bigger, so follow Me

And You’ll come alive when you learn to die

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