LENT: He Chose The Nails - The Gift of the Torn Veil I



LENT: He Chose The Nails - The Gift of the Torn Veil I

Monday, April 15 2019

“Imagine a person standing in front of the White House.  Better still, imagine yourself standing in front of the White House.  That’s you on the sidewalk, peering through the fence, over the lawn, at the residence of the President.  That’s you – in fine form – hair in place and shoes shined.  That’s you turning toward the entrance.  Your pace is brisk and stride sure.  It should be.  You have come to meet the President.  You have a few matters you wish to discuss with him. 

First, there is the matter of the fire hydrant in front of your house.  Could they soften the red just a shade?  It’s too bright. 

Then there’s the issue of world peace.  You are for it – would he create it?
 
And lastly, college tuition is too high.  Could he call the admissions office of your daughter’s school and ask them to lighten up?  He might have some influence.

All worthy issues, correct?  Won’t take more than a few minutes.  Besides, you brought him some cookies that he can share with the first lady and the first puppy.  So with bag in hand and a smile on your face, you step up to the gate and announce to the guard, “I’d like to see the president please.” 

He asks for your name, and you give it.  He looks at you and then at his list and says, “We have no record of your appointment.” 

You have to have an appointment?

Yes.

How do I get one?

Through his office staff.

Could I have their number?

No, it’s restricted.

Then how can I get in?

It’s better to wait until they call you.

But they don’t know me!

The guard shrugs.  “Then they probably won’t call.”

And so you sigh and turn and begin your journey home.  Your questions are unanswered and your needs unmet.  And you were so close! Had the President stepped out onto the lawn, you could’ve waved, and he would’ve waved back.  You were only yards from his front door … but you might as well have been miles.  The two of you were separated by the fence and the guard … There were too many barriers.

And what about the invisible barriers? Barriers of time. (The President’s too busy.) Barriers of status. (You have no clout.) Barriers of protocol. (You have to go through the right channels.) You leave the White House with nothing more than a hard lesson learned.  You do not have access to the President … That is, unless he takes the initiative.   Unless he, spotting you on the sidewalk, takes pity on your plight and says to his chief of staff, ‘See that person with the sack of cookies?  Go tell him I’d like to talk with him for a minute.’

If he gives such a command, all the barriers will drop.  The Oval Office will call the head of security.  The head of security will call the guard, and the guard will call your name … You stop and turn and straighten your shoulders and enter the same door where, only moments before, you were denied access.  The guard is the same.  The gates are the same.  The security personnel are the same.  But the situation is not the same.  You can now go where before you could not. 

And what’s more, you are not the same.  You feel special, chosen.  Why?  Because the man up there saw you down here and made it possible for you to come in.
 
Yeah, you’re right.  It’s a fanciful story.  You and I both know when it comes to the President, don’t hold your breath – no invitation will arrive.  But when it comes to God, pick up your cookies and walk in, because it already has.” (ML)

Ephesians 2:13 says, “But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far away have been brought near by the blood of Christ.”

“But how could this be?  If we can’t get in to see the president, how could we be granted an audience with God?  What happened? … Something happened in the death of Christ that opened the door for you and me.” (ML)

We will discover what that “something” is when we continue tomorrow with the second part of The GIFT of the TORN VEIL. 
 
(Book by Max Lucado, Reflection by Beverly Ramirez)


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