
“Yes, Lord,” she said, “but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.” Matthew 15:2
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V is for Violence.
“From the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven has suffered violence, and the violent take it by force.” Matthew 11:12
At first glance, all I see is this terribly sinful ‘violence’ that Jesus had to suffer—that other saints have had to suffered since. But surely, the violent that take God’s kingdom by force can’t be violently sinful men, if God’s kingdom is a kingdom of righteousness and power!
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There is a senseless violence,
in brute and selfish men,
that mutilates and maims and kills
to feed its own desires.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
in grace and selfless love,
that mends the broken and undone
to raises them back to life.
There is a senseless violence,
in hot and boastful men,
that poisons sanity with rage
to fight for its revenge.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
in mercy’s generous hearts,
that fills the meek and fearful ones
with courage and new zeal.
There is a senseless violence,
in rash, impatient men,
that severs limb and eye and ear.
in hot and jealousy fear.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
in pure compassionate care,
that help the lame and blind and deaf
to love and see and hear.
There is a senseless violence,
in fierce and fiery men,
that sears all peace and joy and life
to fill a thirsty thrill.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
the love of God through Christ,
that powerfully appears to bring
new zeal and blazing courage.
There is a senseless violence,
in proud, self-righteous men,
that hates and kills even the Christ
to justify their sin.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
the power of Christ’s salvation,
that turns God’s enemies to friends
and fills His saints with faith.
There is a senseless violence,
in crass and hateful men
that taunts and ridicules and wounds
to silence truth and proof.
But there’s a holy violence yet,
in all our ceaseless praying,
to turn a fiend into God’s friend
to love and cherish Christ.
Petra O. Hefner
I don’t know about you, but for me, seemingly simple things like going to church and praying are not always easy! And reading, studying, and obeying God’s word are oftentimes real struggles! If they were to always come easy and without effort, they’d lack this holy violence that I so desperately need the moment I awake.
This holy violence I need, to push me to my knees to pray earnestly, faithfully, compassionately, patiently, and expectantly for others!
This holy violence I need, to help me bend, subdue, and kill my prideful and demanding, self-relying and insisting self!
This holy violence I need, to read and search and heed His word to break through doubt and unbelief and sin!
This holy violence I need, to seize me, to crush me, and to urge me
to repent each time I sin!
This holy violence I need, to stir me to smile and to love and to give when skies are gray and friends seem fiends, and each new step feels heavingly heavy toward His endless grace and joy and peace!
Whose holy violence is this? Look at the cross. There it is—in Him—in His loving us into loving Him!
Petra O. Hefner
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