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Checkmate

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 31, 2023 by Her Broken Wing

“It is finished .” (John 19:30)

As a little girl, my dad taught me how to play chess. We used to play for hours. As long as I heard the words “check”, even though I was discouraged and very easily could lose the game, there was still a chance. And there was, at times, a painstaking ‘silence’ as the opponent thought and strategized. But once the words, “checkmate” were declared, I knew the game was over.

In chess, checkmate means the player who’s King is checked then has to make a move, which gets the king out of check or he forfeits the game. 

When Satan saw Jesus dying on the cross, he yelled out to God, “check”!

In a loud voice Jesus cried out, “it is finished”. (John 19:30) as He was dying on the cross a horrific death.

But Jesus did not die with a whisper like one who is on his knees admitting defeat, begging mercy for an enemy. Instead He shouted, “It is finished “ like a champion who had won the final battle with the enemy. It is finished is the cry of our crucified conquering Lord.

Silence…

Three days later, God yelled out “checkmate”. The game is over

God wins!

In Christ,

Connie

2006

No Room In The Inn

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on December 23, 2010 by Her Broken Wing

A cold and fallen race—A world that would receive its King in a barn with animals instead of the royalty due. No doubt we have all been stricken with a case of Christmas time blues of Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick. Thus, we miss the true meaning of this special time of year.

When Mary arrived in labor, I would guess, it was not at the local Holiday Inn. Yet, all the rooms in the Inn were full. She had to be put up in a less than clean place to birth her baby. I can only imagine—it stunk! I don’t know about Mary but I know when I was pregnant, every smell was heightened and repulsed me. So I can only conceive this to be a less than desirable place to give birth.

I have heard this story—Christ’s birth, many times. But have I become desensitized to the glory of its meaning? If so, can I conceive Him in my heart every day?

“Though Christ a thousand times…” (Angelus Silesius)

Is there room in your Inn?

Merry Christmas

Beautifully Awkward