scene namesThe Scene of The Crime

‘Love anything, and your heart will definitely be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make confident of keeping it intact, you should give your heart to no 1… Wrap it cautiously round with hobbies and little luxuries steer clear of all entanglements lock it up secure in the casket or coffin or your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will alter. It will not be broken it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable…’ CS Lewis, The Four Loves

Right now we are going to pay a visit to a crime scene.  At that crime scene we will locate a victim.  A person who has been robbed or beaten or lied to or abused.  An individual who’s innocence was taken, who’s future was changed in a heartbeat, who’s life was left in pieces.  A person who trusted and who’s trust was violated.  Someone who has lived in the shadow of that crime to this day. That someone may be you. That a person is also me.

At the crime scene we will find violence, hatred, bitterness, anger and despair.  The colours will be black and red and grey.  There will be mourning and heartbreak. There will be a policeman who looks the other way, a judge who does absolutely nothing, there will be prison bars and a death sentence.  No life, no hope, no future.

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Lost innocence leads to cynicism and despair, injustice leads to anger and hatred, broken trust leads to bitterness and a resolution that grows ever stronger to by no means enable any person close once more. A prison cell. A castle without having doors. A maze with no centre. A house in ruins.

Now we are at another crime scene. A man is getting whipped and cursed.  He is accused yet He says absolutely nothing.  He is alone but His pals stand and watch.  He is made to carry a heavy wooden cross on His back that has been ripped to shreds. He is made to walk by way of crowds of folks that claimed to really like Him but now call for His blood.  His blood that falls along the path that He walks to his death. He is nailed to a cross as men and women jeer at Him and spit His name out of their mouths like bullets. A criminal’s punishment for the 1 who has never ever committed a crime. As He struggles for breath and with eyes practically swollen shut with pain and blood, He looks at the crowd and says ‘Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing’.

The scene of the crime

How did you hear?
When did you know?
How could it be that they treated you so?
You waited so lengthy,
Enjoy never ever died,
Forgave the heartbreak you saw in their eyes.

Can you ever learn to adore again,
Right after all this time?
Can you pick up the pieces of your broken heart,
And return,
To the scene of the crime.

How does it really feel,
Deep down inside,
Do you preserve track of the tears that you’ve cried?
Day right after day,
Manage the pain,
Never so confident of a promise once again.

Can you ever learn to love again,
Soon after all this time?
Can you pick up the pieces of your broken heart,
And return,
To the scene of the crime.

What if I told you there was 1,
Who knows what it’s like to be afraid?
Who poured out His enjoy,
With no promise of return,
And held onto life beyond the grave.

Jesus can mend the broken pieces,
The sorrow, the anger and the shame,
That’s why He died,
At the scene of your crime,
So that you could learn to adore once more,

Find out to love once again….

Claire Vorster, February 2003

He was robbed so that you could be restored, He was beaten so that you could be healed, He brings truth exactly where there were only lies, He was abused so that you could be set no cost.  You have been broken but He can make some thing gorgeous from your pieces. Take Him to the scene of your crime, let His feet walk more than it and bring peace and healing.  

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