Friday, 10 April 2009

His birth!

Today, I add a year.

As callous men descended on him with whips and clubs, urging him to make that suicidal plunge on Golgotha’s lonely path, mother felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. The life in her womb seems to leap for joy. No doubt, her time has come.

Crestfallen, his frail frame shuddered under the weight of the cross as balls of crimson sweat trickles from his wounds, yet; they led him on, lashing out on his battered skin. He trudged on, not for the cruel kisses of their whips or the threat of imminent death but for the joy that lies ahead.

In that symbolic room marked “labour”, there where life is given and sometimes taken, mother lay toiling. She clenched pains in her teeth and drank patience from the midwives constant jibes. As her body ruptured in pain and her strength seemed to drain, she fought tenaciously, not for her life but the life of the one inside of her. She endured the perpetual agony of labour, knowing that a bundle of joy awaits her.

On Golgotha, he crumbled. Merciless men drove nails through the palm of his hands and feet, amused as he writhe in pain. Crucified, blood trickled down the cross and with each drip, life is drained. Yet, with his dying breath he prayed for his murderers and declared the work of redemption completed.

In that same instance, amidst the growing pain, mother gave that one final push and a new life was brought forth!
In his death, we find life everlasting.

Tear drops from a weary eye,
cease in its drizzling track;
faltering hope from a dying heart,
learn to soar in the morning breeze
when God's love, my broken heart finds.


Jaycee said...

...when God's love, my broken heart finds...

This is so beautiful. Happy birthday dear. Your comparison of the death of Jesus and your birth is so symbolic! Loved this!

Remi, United Kingdom said...

Navigated from Light-her-lamp.

Beautiful piece... Happy Birthday and happy Easter.

Emeka Amakeze said...

Death and life are opposite sides of the same coin. He died that you may have life.

Writefreak said...

Happy belated birthday Dammy...i like the way you connection of Jesus' death to your His death, we find life!

StandTall-The Activist said...

Happy belated birthday dear Dammy. Nice post, my hubby’s today.

I have a male friend that is your b’day mate.

Afrobabe said...

Wow, that is really great...a good day to be born..happy birthday...

Anonymous said...

Sorry I missed this boo....HAPPY BURFDAY!!!!


SHE said...

He died, that we may live...

Nice one, as usual.

Buttercup said...

wow Dammy..beautiful!

does this mean this was ur birthday or its symbolizing u being born again?

if it was ur birthday..happy belated birthday!

Omo Oba said...

Happy birthday! ok off 2 read.

Omo Oba said...

Wow! your writings are so powerful - i hope u are doing sth with your gift. jus curious, were u actually born on Good fri?

Olufunke said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY in arrears!
I love these write very well.

Always good to see read your posts, always interesting,

I like: " HIs birth"

wordmerchant said...

i guess its too late to say happy easter..well better late than never, happy be-lated easter :)

Shubby Doo said...

Tear drops from a weary eye,
cease in its drizzling track;

faltering hope from a dying heart,

learn to soar in the morning breeze

when God's love, my broken heart finds.
happy belated birthday...the best present ever was the fact that he gave his life for us

Sherry said...

Thanks for stopping by two of my blogs and for leaving comments.
Thhis post by you is absolutely beautiful!

Steve E. said...

You honored my blog with a comment. I thought, Oh well, I'll drop over to visit "truthinprint"...and what do I find? Beauty, beautifully stated.
Thank you.

PS I was born on Ascension Thursday, 1933, with a violin in my hands.