My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Misunderstanding is inconspicuous.
Misunderstanding is like a lion of prey in waiting.
sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you
It is hooded, cloaked, caped, concealed, disguised, enshrouded, and obscured; a veiled word until it happens. And then it JUMPS out form beneath its covering, and, throwing its camouflage aside, thrusts forward into the deepest depths of the tender soul with its sharpened sword.
There is no prolonged duel with misunderstanding. There is no miss, either. It is swift, and takes advantage of the opportunity, seizes it, and strikes with perplexing speed.
Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.
Nimble and direct to the heart.
Lunge! Thrust! Stab!
The tongue has the power of life and death.
Oh! The deep pain!
Oh! The gaping, hurting, bleeding wound!
The only physical evidence of a soul that’s been wounded by words of misunderstanding are eyes that bleed translucent tears.
Rivers of tears gush from my eyes because people disobey your instructions.
Tears are the blood of the soul.
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,”
One great comfort in times of misunderstanding’s wounding is that Jesus holds the wineskin that captures the fruit of the wound. He catches our tears…
You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
Every single one!
For He is faithful. He captures them, counts them, bottles them, and sighs….
Listen, O daughter, give attention and incline your ear:
Forget your people and your father’s house…
I hear His gentle whisper, “…And remember Me. I am the King of the Misunderstood. My heart has received as many sword thrusts as there are grains of sand on the seashore, stars in the sky, peoples of the earth from the beginning of time to the end. I know (I really KNOW) what it is to be misunderstood.”
He came into the very world he created, but the world didn’t recognize him.
The world did not understand the mission, the plan. With
ignorance lack of understanding comes misunderstanding – the two are common and continual bedfellows.
And though every single soul rejected me….
…that did not stop me.
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
For love never stops giving.
God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Love is eternal.
Love finds a way through misunderstanding though painful, and humiliating, and self renouncing…
They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him, and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand. Then they knelt in front of him and mocked him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. They spit on him, and took the staff and struck him on the head again and again. After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.
Giving of all of ones self to the pain of misunderstanding in a fallen world…submitting unto Sovereign Abba Father even in the very midst of the tortuous pain…the deepest pain of being misunderstood…crowned with thorns…it is important to know that…
…in submission is peace…
…in knowing is peace….
…in empathy is peace…
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
…even in misunderstanding…
…there can be peace.
Be still and know that I am God.
TEARS OF THE WOUNDED SOUL
Like a precious flood of Spiritual blood,
Rawly urged out nigh through weeping eye.
Like new pressed wine from the Vinedresser’s vine,
Grapes must lie, and in the wine press die.
Trampled and bruised, of purple and red hues,
Crushed and pressed, wounded, bleeding, yet blessed.
For in the crushing, mashing and pushing
Sweet nectar pours forth of treasured worth
Into the Divine flask – God’s own wine cask.
Leather kissing, not one tear missing.
For Jesus acquaints, with cries of His Saints,
quick’ning ear to compass’nately hear
And respond in love with comfort above.
With gentle clutch, and so tender touch!
Our Father counts dear each and every tear!
Jesus, may the pain of being misunderstood be quickly healed in Your name. Amen