The sorrow of the betrayal takes my breath away. It causes me to cry a river of tears. Even though I cannot take responsibility for another's choices, even when they refuse to listen to truth..even then it breaks my heart. Is this what it means to bear Christ's cross of sorrow and suffering? I have never known such pain, never knew it would pierce my heart so deeply. Defend my heart my Lord for this heart is Yours. All of it. I hold none of it back.
I bow to You and Your plan. I am Yours and I will follow You, the Lamb, wherever You go. Even to the cross, even though it hurts to the point of death. I still choose Your way. I still choose Your plan.
An excerpt from George Warnock's Feast of Tabernacles:
It is commonly recognized that some day the saints are to become so thoroughly identified with Christ in His resurrection that we shall be exactly like Him, having bodies like unto His own glorious body, and sharing His very own life and glory. But the corresponding truth concerning our identification with His death, has scarcely dawned upon us; that we must share His Cross so vitally that it actually becomes our Cross. This is hard to really comprehend; but God is going to bring His people into that place where they shall become actually identified with the death of Christ, so much so that with this experience we shall testify, " I am crucified with Christ..." " For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection." (Rom. 6:5). The word "planted together" signifies "grown up with," and therefore thoroughly one with Him in His death. It is identification with Him, so vital and real, that His death becomes our very own.
