CLAUDIA

Sweat poured down her brow into the dark matted ringlets framing her face. She tossed and turned trying to wake from the dream. Drifting back, back she saw herself standing by the man covered with blood running down his body. Strands of flesh hung from his back. On his head was a crude crown of thorns piercing his brow.

That didn’t bother her, she’d seen men tortured before. After all these people were barbaric and many had to be subjected to punishment for their crimes against the state to keep down the rebellions.

It was that hand, that bloody hand reaching out to her. She backed away but the hand kept reaching out. Then it touched her purest white linen garment and the blood stain soaked in, slowly spreading. She was tainted with this man’s blood.Yet she couldn’t move. Her body and her mind were transfixed. Was it fear that held her there? It certainly wasn’t compassion. She’d never experienced compassion as a child nor as an adult. She knew only disgust and contemptuous hatred. She knew only the pleasures, power, prestige and pride she was taught to carry like a crown of success.

She couldn’t run without looking up. If she looked up she would be confronted with those eyes. She’d glanced at them before. She couldn’t hold hers to His.

Her mind screamed at her body to run. Her curiosity had to take a look, just one fleeting look. She raised her head slowly, determinedly. Her eyes locked with His. They drew her into a pool with such force she felt she was falling, falling into their depths. 

She didn’t want to let go. It was a foreign feeling to her; the grip of grace that pulled her into Him. She forgot who she was, what she was. She only felt drawn into this warm pool of comfort. This richness of pure compassion. She felt surrounded, fortified, protected. Her whole being felt warm and light; drifting, drifting in an embracing cloud of contentment and peace

Claudia slowly drew her eyes downward to the blood stained garment she wore. Somehow she knew in that moment she was responsible. Responsible for His pain, His suffering. She didn’t want to come out of the dream for she feared she could no longer look on this blood stained body without remorse, without pain.

Claudia ever so lightly touched the tip of her finger to the blood stained spot. In that moment she felt the stain of her sinful life and yet as the blood penetrated her flesh she began to feel free. Free of herself, of her hatred, her anger and fears. She felt free to love and feel joy as she looked once more into His eyes filled with compassion for her.

She saw herself adorned in a new garment of peace, love and joy. A wind blew sharp and brisk over her body awakening her from the dream.

Then she remembered. Quickly she rose from her bed and summoned the messenger. “Go! Go to my husband and tell him I had this dream. The man he is judging today is innocent. Tell Pilate to wash his hands of this man’s blood. He is innocent! Oh! Tell Pilate! Tell him there is no fault in Him. He is a King!”

From that moment on her life was changed. She felt her heart’s heaviness in her breast when she ventured to Golgotha and heard Him say “Father forgive them, they know not what they do . . .  it is finished!” She saw Him hang His head in death and somehow she knew it wasn’t only His physical life that was finished. Her eyes had been opened in the dream. She knew the words displayed over His head “King of the Jews!” was only half the story. He was King of more. He was King of her heart, her life!

Her messenger brought her the word, “they say He is risen! The man you wanted me to report to you about.” Claudia hurried to the tomb. It was empty. She saw Him a few weeks later talking to His followers. He was different. He had the nail scars in His hands. She knew He was the One she had seen in her dream and at the cross. 

One last time His eyes laid hold of hers as He reached His hands heavenward.  She felt the message sink into her heart and spirit, seeing Him disappear into the heavens. Claudia carried with her the memory of His compassion filled eyes.  She took the mission she knew was hers to go into the world and tell others Jesus is the way, truth and life as she held onto His words “I am with you always”.

Have you touched the blood-stained garment and felt your sins laid upon the Crucified Christ? Yes, he died for your sins too. His compassionate heart reaches out through the barrier of time to pull you into His loving grasp. Jesus wants to be King of your heart as well. He wants to set you free. Free of sin, fear, doubt, guilt, discouragement, despair and loneliness of heart.  Jesus gave His life to give you eternal life. He gave His blood to wash your sins and bring you into a right relationship with God as your Heavenly Father if you will repent of your sin, accept Him as your Savior and follow Jesus as Lord of your life.  Like Claudia your life will be changed for all eternity. He took death to give you life. He took a crown of thorns to give you a crown of life. Jesus was raised from the dead to raise you to life and power over sin and death forever into His Presence with the Holy Father. ALL THIS HE DID FOR YOU! JUST FOR YOU!

Claudia knew it when she looked into the blood stained thorn-crowned face of Jesus. Yes He suffered, died and rose for YOU. Look into the heart of Jesus. You are dear to His heart. Accept what He has done for you! Now is the time, once you realize His gift you can only walk away accepting or rejecting His love. His sacrificial love for YOU. Won’t you make that decision to take the CROWN of heaven He offers to you NOW?

“For God so loved the world that He gave His One and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
“If you confess that Jesus is your Lord, and you believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” Rom 10:9

“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.” Ephesians 2:8-9
Pamela Gray Karges
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