My mind stuck in a tiny circle of despair, I felt alone, rejected, the betrayal like acid on my lips. Then it came- that beam of Starlight in the great dark.
Just to taste a little of that anger, a small sip of the Holy wrath of a righteous God, crying out as He saw their sin made me stagger back, shocked; but something broke inside me.
I didn't have to be angry, to be bitter, to justify; He saw the sin and wept and roared on my behalf, He knew each wave and ripple, every repurcussion of those nights, every lie and twist and half truth. And His anger was pure and clean, not marred as mine is by revenge and hatred and fear.
The weight of the world, the weight of that cliff in the dark fell from my shoulders and I could cry again, washed white as snow with His blood, His human, divine, necessary blood. The Lamb a Lion, roaring in rage. A humble man on a humble tree, saving the world one moment at a time.
The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the LORD shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Thy sun shall no more go down; neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: for the LORD shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.
Isaiah 60:19-20
