I am a colt.

I am a colt tied up on a tree.  

Many things have tied me up actually. My guilt for risky relationships. My laziness. My lack of faith. My lack of prayer. My ability to put things off. Many to mention. I feel so tied up - useless, fruitless and just waiting for who-knows-what.

What I don't know is that outside of my village I've been seen by God-in-the-flesh Himself. He had seen me from afar. He had known my thoughts. He had seen the potentials I don't see. And He's going to untie me from all my inhibitions.  He was going to fetch for me. And He did.  Two of His disciples came for me. They were very intentional. They were very specific. They came for Me.  

I was that colt tied to that tree that Jesus wanted for Himself.  I'll slowly take it in.  Jesus...wanted...me! But..how come?  After all that I've been through, He still wanted me - to use me for the fulfillment of a prophecy about Him, the awaited Messiah of the world.  He would enter Jerusalem riding on me.  

The rest of the disciples didn't know it.  To them, I was only "a" colt.  But when I met the Messiah Himself, He looked at me in the eyes, with those oh-so-gentle gaze, as though He'd been waiting for me for so long.  I knew He smiled at me, that knowing kind of smile.  And then His right arm curled around my neck.  I knew it was his gesture of a hug.  I felt His heartbeat.  He loves me. He knows me.  And He's willing to make me a partner of His mission just as I am.

He didn't ask me to be someone I'm not.  After all, what else could a colt be?  And he put on a cloth at my back, and rode me.  At that moment, nothing else mattered.  I am serving the Messiah of the world.  What else could I really ask for?  I just walked with Him.  He didn't feel heavy at my back (surprise!).  I am a young colt, you see.  I have never been ridden on.  But I can feel His gentle hand slowly patting my neck area, His way of urging me to keep on.

And yes, keep on I shall... and will.  We're getting nearer now to Jerusalem.  I will keep on with my Savior.

[Source: Mark 11:1-11]

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