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in which i stretch out my palms

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I stretch out on the blue carpet in front of the family room fireplace, palms up. And I beg God to let me feel the pain, to identify with what Jesus experienced as spikes seared his flesh. But as I wait in the stillness, I sense these words.

“It is finished. Done. Over. Paid for and paid up. I took the pain so you don’t need to.”

I weep for the grace of it.

Shortly after this, D gets the call to move to Florida. I turn myself over on that blue carpet, stretch out, palms down, and dig my nails into its plush fibers. I love this newly-decorated house, my yard, my friends, my church, and my accolade-laden doings.

I plop down in the back pine island, in a pile of dry needles, my version of ashes.

And I weep for the pain of it.

Then I pick myself up, dust myself off, and write in my journal.

Surely God can be found among the palms as well as the pines.

That move is pain-filled, yet oh so grace-filled. (But that’s another story.)

I think about all this on Sunday when we each receive a palm frond, while the children march around the sanctuary, as our pastor encourages us to make some noise. Because that day, the day Jesus entered Jerusalem for the last time, it was loud.

I think about that palm parade and the cloaked carpet rolled out before Him as came astride a donkey.

How He stripped Himself of His royal robe to clothe Himself with human flesh. Now the people shed their earthly robes and lay them at His feet.

I think about the crowd that jostled close, and I see Him wave and touch. But before the week ends they’ll strip Him naked. He’ll stretch wide those quivering blood-stained palms to embrace the world, this lamb slain before its foundation.

And it is finished. Done. Over. Paid for and paid up.

Jesus told the parable about a Pharisee who came to the temple full of self with hope in the wrong foundation, and he left hopeless. About a tax collector who came to the temple humble and hopeless, who stripped himself of all pretense, admitted his guilt, begged for mercy, and left with hope. (Luke 18:9-14)

And I think it’s when our earthly foundations crumble, when we cut the nails that dig into the fibers of foolish pride, when we shed the robe of self and wrap ourselves to the foundation of a splintered, blood-soaked cross and an empty tomb, it’s then that He clothes us with Himself, and hope runs in rivers of Rahab red.

I dream of waving palms before the throne.

And breathe in the truth that though we hail with palms, He heals with His.

I raise my arms, stretch out my palms.

And I weep for the grace of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sandra Heska King
PRAY EDITOR "Once a nurse, always a nurse," they say. But now I spend my days with laptop and camera in tow as I look for the extraordinary in the ordinary. I'm a Michigan gal, mom to two, grandmom to two, and wife to one. My husband and I live on 50 acres in the same 150-plus-year-old farmhouse he grew up in. I love this quote by Mary Oliver, "Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it." That's how I want to live. And I'm still learning how to be. Still.
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  • Patricia W Hunter

    Beautitful, Sandy. Oh, how He heals…and yes, yes, yes to the weeping for the grace of it all.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Thank you, friend. It’s all so overwhelming sometimes, isn’t it?

  • http://godspotting.net Sheila Seiler Lagrand

    I don’t have words, Sandy.

    Thank you.

  • http://twitter.com/3dlessons4life Lyli Dunbar

    grace upon grace. It is unfathomable.

  • soulstops

    yes, the sheer grace of it….thank you :)

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    That stretching out now sounds so silly to me. It was years ago, but I still remember so clearly.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Deep upon deep…

  • http://godspotting.net Sheila Seiler Lagrand

    It doesn’t sound silly to me.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    I just looked up the word “sheer.” Do you know that its first use was around 1200 and meant “exempt, free from guilt?”

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    I guess I just had that feeling back then if I could really sense some of what He went through, I’d appreciate it more… :)

  • http://godspotting.net Sheila Seiler Lagrand

    That makes sense. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be grateful enough.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Me. Neither.

  • soulstops

    So awesome, truly…Thank you for further enriching me, my friend :)

  • pastordt

    Beautiful, Sandy. Just perfect. Thank you.

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  • Jody Collins

    Sandy, what a grace-filled metaphor…..beautiful!

  • Martha Orlando

    One of the most beautiful posts I’ve ever read, Sandy. May your Easter be filled with blessings.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Thanks, Diana. Praying you’ll have some time this week to just fold your palms and rest. Or maybe that won’t come until Monday.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Thank you, Jody. His grace is amazing, yes?

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Praying we’ll all see Him more clearly and love Him more dearly. Thank you, Martha.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Kimberly-Sullivan/1544029283 Kimberly Sullivan

    Beautiful…

  • http://godspotting.net Sheila Seiler Lagrand

    And follow Him more nearly, day by day ;)

  • Shari Miller

    Your words moved me and brought me to the true meaning of this holy week. I love this line, “And I think it’s when our earthly foundations crumble, when we cut the nails that dig into the fibers of foolish pride, when we shed the robe of self and wrap ourselves to the foundation of a splintered, blood-soaked cross and an empty tomb, it’s then that He clothes us with Himself, and hope runs in rivers of Rahab red” I want all the nails cut and the foolish pride gone and to cling to Him alone. Thank your for sharing this beautiful truth.

    Blessings~
    Shari

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    Love to you, Kimberly.

  • http://sandraheskaking.com/ Sandra Heska King

    You’ve blessed me tonight, Shari. And I’m with you. I want to be “declawed” and stripped down. Able to grip to nothing but Him. I’m glad these words spoke to you. Thank you for letting me know.

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