Throughout the readings of Judges, I have not enjoyed it. There has been such ugliness. I have such incredible sorrow in how people are outside of God. So many of the verses seem to ring true of today. The mistreatment of the women, the way people would "bend" the laws to suit their desires, how they would make a vow and change things up so they wouldn't lose face. And again, I am reminded of how we humans really haven't come that far over the years.
Not long ago, we were traveling down 48th street and the moon caught my eye. It was hanging up there amongst the clouds. Its light illuminating all below in an almost magic like glow. So bright it almost hurt to look at it. And yet, I couldn't tear my eyes away.
And it hit me.
One night in a garden, far away from Quincy, Il - kneeled a man. A man who was wrestling with the greatest journey He would ever, ever have to take. A man who was in communion with His Father. A man who knew all the ugliness of sin in this world, and still loved each and every soul who lived and will live.
It hit me.
That man who looked up at the same moon as I was, how so very much He loves me.
The King of Kings.
It hit me.
He took all the ugliness in Judges. All the ugliness of this world.