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Redemption

It’s just a plain room.  A typical classroom with no fancy bells or whistles.  And we are just regular people eating a pretty average lunch. 
 
But the words that fill they air.  They seem to change everything. 
 
She tells me how she has always been in church.  My friend is married to a man who was the youth pastor one time.  She was the church secretary.  The Holy Spirit began to whisper to her heart.  Knock, knock, knocking on the door that she didn’t even realize she had never opened.  Softer and softer that heart became.  Peace.  She did not have it.  Tossing and turning at night while the questions wrestled her.  Finally, they pinned her down.  And she tapped out in surrender. 

The door creeped open as she decided to put her trust in a God she knew all about but didn’t really know.  And then suddenly love flew in!  It swept her from her feet and she has never found them again!  She is dancing still, held firmly in Jesus arms.  Her feet not touching the ground as they swirl along through this life together.  Peace.  She has it now. And redemption.

 And I feel it.  And it suddenly seems as if the room isn’t quite so regular.  And I remember the verse.  It echoes through my mind…

 Then those who feared the Lord talked with each other, and the Lord listened and heard.  A scroll of remembrance was written in His presence concerning those who feared the Lord and honored his name.  Malachi 3:16

These words of my friend’s, this conversation, it bends the ear of heaven.  Redemption.  Talk of redemption draws the gaze of even the One sitting on the very throne of heaven.  The whole story of the earth pivots on this one word… Redemption. 

 And as she tells it, we feel a change in the atmosphere.  Not only does the King of Heaven hear us, perhaps words are being written in the scroll of remembrance as we speak.  And it feels so close.  Heaven, I mean.  Like suddenly it is not so hard to believe in the real, tangible place and the pull on my heart feels as if these words of redemption have drawn us closer to what is real.  And I wonder if angels are listening with longing in their hearts. 

Redemption changes a heart.  And a universe.  And a simple conversation about redemption can change even the atmosphere of a regular old room in a typical day of a pretty average lunch. 

 We finish our chips with stomachs full but hearts that are more full.  And eyes a little more moist than normal…

 

   “…Even angels long to look into these things.”   1 Peter 1:12

 “They overcame him (satan) by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.”  Revelation 12:11

 

 

 

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