"Tangled in a Parachute"

Twas the night 

before Good Friday 

I was sound asleep.

Nothing was stirring, 

except for my dreams....

Tossing and turning, 

I awoke with a start.

Sensing a message 

deep in my heart.

An old preacher was preaching, 
every seat filled

Twas Easter Sunday..

And all were so still...

People sat rigid, 

they had come out in droves.

Waiting to hear

What the old man spoke.

He began to teach

Of a hope so real

Some hearts were glazed

while others were healed.

It was dark in the room

So hard to see

Until I turned on a light

To a mysterious scene.

Two parachutes strewn 

Tangled and absurd

One held a child, 

the other a bird.

We sat transfixed

Wondering what it could mean?
Yet, 'He knew' in a second

As He set them free.

Slowly he bent 

untangling the child.

Then he reached for the bird

Healing allowed.

The old man, turned.

Now fading from view.

What once seemed impossible

Had reached hearts, in the pew.

It was at this moment..

I awoke from the deep.

I wondered a moment

And fell back to sleep.

Innocent and free..

We are called to be...

Sometimes the child

Or a bird set free...

3/26/2016 sally ann marx

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

In each of our lives 

there is an offer of rescue

A reason to hope

beyond tangled memories.

But sometimes, we find ourselves 
longing to fly free and to live innocently.

We long for escape, 
but the more we try 
the more tangled things become.

No way out, 
but for Him...reaching in!!!

It was for you alone, 

that He died. 

For each of us one by one.

He offers a parachute in perfect form.

And yet the parachute, can become an entanglement, 
if we take for granted, what it was really meant to be.

If you are truly longing for freedom.

Let now be the moment 
when His light finally dawns.

Will you make your yearly venture 
to worship at the cross, in your local church?
Perhaps you faithfully attend. 

Either way, like the child and the bird, 
He is reaching and He is 
tenderly seeing to your wounds.

Wherever, you may find yourself, please....

this Easter as you remember the cross, 
and as you personally consider the reality 
of His resurrection;

Remember this.

Even if your life has become messy, tangled, dark and painful.

Just reach for His hand, 

He will love you with healing.
And He WILL set you free.

(please take a moment and focus on this song, 
just let Him love you)
"My Deliverer"
Rich Mullins

https://youtu.be/G94QtqNgdRw