Walking down the street someone was coming towards me,
They were like a whirlwind
a trail of confusion left behind them
Even had the same fashion sense,
Got the same clothes on as me,
Doppelgänger or what?
Looked just like me…
Walking down the street
I met my self coming back
I got so caught up with life
I forgot to
‘be still and know
that God was with me!’
Psalm 46:10
I once stood in front of an old mirror and wondered who I was, who I had been and who I have become in Christ,
Whilst I stared deeply into the past abyss I saw the wretched man I had been, the failings and faults, the anger that I had fought daily, the pain I had caused mainly to those I loved.
I saw a man scarred by the world's tyranny, his face etched by the engravings of many regrets, many moments that could not be erased or replaced.
I saw a weary man broken by the darkness of the soul, a child of misfortune and pain, lost in the maelstrom of a life wasted, a life without value and I asked, why?
Why was this so, why does my image reflect such misery, then I saw a light shining through the darkness of my troubled life, a ray of hope that illumined my soul, a light so bright that it consumed my regrets and admonished my tears, a light of the greatest innocence shed forth from the greatest pain of all, my Lord's sacrifice for me on Calvary.
I looked again into the visceral image of my Lord's suffering and saw my release from sin, I saw that all my transgressions were now gone, washed in the Blood of the Lamb, the light of His Amazing Grace filled my room and dispersed the surrounding gloom.
I looked one last time into that mirror and saw not I but the Glory of Christ my Saviour, not the image of a broken and forlorn man but forgiveness, a peace that is beyond description. I no longer live but Christ lives within me. I am now His and He is mine.
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