August 18, 2011 Comments Off on Damaged Goods
13 Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” 15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.” 16 He told her, “Go, call your husband and come back.” 17 “I have no husband,” she replied. Jesus said to her, “You are right when you say you have no husband. 18 The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true.” John 4:1-18
There are times in life when we all make mistakes, we all fall, we all fail God. We’re human.
For some of us, we cary the burden of losing our virginity- losing our sense of purity and self worth. We carry the burden and sorrow of feeling our damaged goods.
You feel empty, selfless, and a desire to feel the void in your broken purity with someone/something else. You crave the feeling of belonging again, but are ushered into the sounds and images as tears stream down your face. You can’t understand it, can’t understand why he would do such a thing and walk away. The lights go out, the tears come out. Alone. Broken. Dejected. Hurt. Ashamed. Forgotten. Broke.
You beg for forgiveness from God, shed tears in church as the Pastor condemns the sexually impure; now fully accepting your new stereotype. You avoid conversations with your parents, friends, anything to do with relationships in fear of shedding tears.
The pain sets in, the devil beats you down with reminder after reminder after reminder of how pitiful you are and what an enemy of God you now are- that you will never go to heaven. Convincing you that You were never a christian.
….Silence sets in. The crack of the whip peals the flesh off, the blood burns his back, the dehydration causing the lips to blister…Nails pierced through his hands, only stopped by the bone before the soldier nails them through the bone, his feet broken from the stakes driven through his ankles. He stands, nailed to a blistery piece of a wood, hardly a body even recognizable as human. Crowned with thorns torn into his skull, spat upon, bruised, dying of agony. The Son of Man nailed to a cross, feeling forsaken by the creator of the universe, feeling broken. Alone. Forsaken. Hurt. Forgotten. Dejected.
By his stripes you are healed. By his stripes you are pure again. By his stripes you know you are loved. By his stripes you know He will remember you in heaven. By his stripes your sin is paid for, in full!
You will never be able to go back in time, what’s done is done. But there is no sin that the cross did not cover. You can never reverse that moment in time, but Jesus can give you your purity back. Just a simple touch can accomplish more than you would ever earn in an entire lifetime. All you have to do is believe.
In the opening verse I used about Jesus and the woman at the well, even Jesus still used the woman that had over 6 husbands (never married) to be apart of His ministry. He still offered her salvation, eternal life.
Next time you are remembering your impurity, remember what has already been done for you. Remember that God loves you, always. Remember that you will fail, endlessly, for the rest of your life but that’s ok because that’s why Jesus died for you. God is good all the time and will never leave you alone.