How heartless of me. I hid behind the chests and watched him as the whip curled around his chest and body. I heard his whines of pain as the whips whittle his fragile body. I could not bear the sight. Hot tears of sadness uncontrollably flew down my cheeks and its heaviness was thick enough to drown day old chicks.
I hid away and watched an innocent man being tortured all about earth’s crescent for a sin I committed. Yes, it was my crime, a crime I committed in the prime of my affluence. I should be taking sticks for it but He told me to stay back, that he had been sent to take the blame for my shame.
There he was, being beaten to a pulp and taking a gulp of men's brutality. He had only his wounds to cover his naked body. What a shame. What was my grave offense? Yes, I admit it and I have no defense for this offense. I sold out my inheritance and my father wanted it restored back to me but the price was not in the jewels in our store, nor is it in the riches in my Father’s empire. It can only be bought by blood.
Though I was the one who rolled the dice to auction it off, he is the one now paying the price to ration it back.
And yet instead of embracing his bleeding love, I still hid away and watched from afar. All He desired of me to repossess the inheritance he had reclaimed for me was for me to believe in Him. Is that too much? And yet many are hiding away from this hand of fellowship. Merciful is He that he is still patiently waiting for us to come out of hiding. What a bleeding love.