The Space In Between

I have no idea how long it lasted, but for a few moments anyway Albert was the only person on earth who knew what he knew. How long do you suppose he stared at what he had written, E=MC2, until he said to himself “Huh, it’s finished.”? Wow, what kind of feeling must that be? What kind of weight must be lifted off of you, the moment when you know it’s finished? Margret Mitchell putting down her pen and holding Gone With The Wind in her hands. Or DaVinci putting down his brush and stepping back for the very first look at the Mona Lisa.

When we have been through an ordeal, we’ll say “…it’s over.”. It means we can move on now. When we complete a task, we’ll say “…I’m done.”. Means ya don’t have to worry about it anymore. It’s only when something has just been created, that we say “…it’s finished.”.  Oddly enough, “…it’s finished…”, doesn’t mean the end of something, but rather the beginning. It’s a call to come and see. An invitation to come and witness something newly born. Let it have it’s affect on you and celebrate it. It’s finished.

Imagine getting to say that about your whole life. Not “…it’s over”, or “…I’m done.”, but for your last words on this earth, as you put your pencil down or put your paint brush aside, you get to say “…it is finished.”.

Only one man, one life, ever got to do that. For a man battered, bloodied, and hanging on a cross……..ya sure don’t expect the last words out of His mouth to be ” It is finished. “. At His death, Jesus invited me to come and witness something newly born. He invited me to the celebration. Jesus let go. He put down the pen, lay the paint brush aside, and let the weight lift from his shoulders, into perfect peace. It is finished. It is whole, alive, filled with it’s promise to the full. Everything after that, is a result of that moment.

So, where does that leave me? I like to think I’m a present to Jesus from His Father. That God presents me to His Son all broken and worthless and covered in my own nothingness and says ” Here son. Wanna see what else your sacrifice, what your life, your faith, your love does now that it’s finished? Watch what it does to Jay.”

My life gets to happen as a part of the space in between a Father, showering down all His love, and all He has to give, upon His Son. I get to live out that celebration as a gift from a Father to Son, and call it my life.

I only “think” I have real barriers to making something out of my life. Jesus says it’s finished. Not sorta finished. Not almost finished. Finished. I can stand here lookin’ whipped, or I can get to celebrating.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mike Bedsole
    Jan 16, 2014 @ 22:33:22

    Jay, this is truly a beautiful piece of writing. Just incredible. Though I am very familiar with the story and have heard it told many times and read it for myself many times and even taught it to others many times, I must say I have never thought about it in this most interesting way that you have expressed. Thanks very much. Hope all is well with you. Mike Bedsole


    • Jay
      Jan 17, 2014 @ 07:33:48

      Thank you so much Mike. That’s very encouraging to hear. It’s always wonderful for me to hear from hometown friends. Thanks for taking the time Mike. Hope all is well with you too.


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