There is a part of each of us that is forever crying out, “I need you, God!”. A place in our hearts that is screaming to be filled. Some people spend their entire life trying to decode the plea of their hearts. Drugs, drink, work, and empty relationship after empty relationship will try to answer our heart’s desperate plea. But beneath every vice the soul is still screaming for something it cannot find.
“Give me Jesus!” our groaning heart beats. “Give me Jesus!”
But smothered by the horde of screeching demons, our heart’s anguished cry is missed.
“What?” we strain to hear, “I couldn’t make that out. What?”. And so, in our ignorance, we shovel more coal on the fire of our destruction.
“No, I need Jesus. Give me Jesus.” But the demons only screech louder and as hard as we strain we cannot hear our wretched heart. We are sure of only one thing. Our heart is hopelessly broken and we have placed its bleeding shards in the world’s careless hands.
“Heal me.” we plead. But the demon’s mocking, squealing laugh precedes their like answer.
“Heal you? Yes, we will heal you.” Their hot, sulfuric breath burns our eyes and their piercing squeals and thrashing wings drown out our every cry for help. Every cry, that is, but our very last.
“Oh God save me!” we murmur, our last full breath slipping through clenched teeth - and we finally let go. White knuckles ease, bloodless fingers unfurl and we are falling. Falling for a minute, a day, an hour, who can tell? And then the miracle happens.
Yes, you have probably guessed the end of the story. You probably saw the arms of Jesus coming a mile away. But did you the first time? When you first fell did you know His arms would be there? Or, had you simply decided that to fall was better than to cling to a dying world?
If that is what you believed then the arms of Jesus came as quite a shock, but they always come. Your heart finally wins. “Give me Jesus!” is finally heard. The demons are finally gone and the pieces of your broken heart are laid in the gentle hands of a loving Savior.