It is past experiences that have their echo in the present, and although it is not a cross with nails, it is kinda my cross to carry and deal with it. At several points in my life while praying I asked Jesus if I could help Him carry the cross, for I do not want Jesus to be in pain. On one hand it helps me to open up to others who are hurting as well, and yes sometimes it gets the better of me. In those moments I just wish that someone would wrap their arm around me. When I was six or seven, I was physically abused for at least three years, while my parents failed to provide basic protection. It has forced me to rely on my own. This callus around my soul has become a shield, a warrior, like the shell of a chestnut. Deep inside I am still that child, which only knows love, wisdom and all the things that God loves. But at the first sign of danger (whether real or imagined), there is this reflex of the shell, shield to snap shut, as if Jean Luc Picard says: "Shields Up". Instant warrior mode, I call it. Selfdefense or defense for others... I know that the warrior will be stripped of by God one day soon, when there is no longer need for the shell. God wants the child in me, it is who I am. Do I make sense?
Last night I prayed and opened my Bible, and it fell open at Matthew 27 about Jesus Crucifixion. And my instant reaction was: "Oh No God, not the Crucifixion. You know that I hate to see Jesus suffer! I want Jesus to be happy!" For me it is one of the most difficult passages in the Bible to read. Every Easter I get depressed because of it and want to crawl under a blanky and wait till it is over. Giving love is ok, receiving is the difficult part. When I did read Matthew 27, for the first time I really understood the sacrifice that Jesus gave for us, but also for the first time I realized that He also did it to cover for MY sins, and I cried out for forgiveness. I did not mean for Jesus to hurt so bad. There is no way I could ever repay Jesus for that. Truly God *IS* Love!
