YOU HAVE FURRY ARMS.
Now imagine someone putting 36.83 band-aids on your arms and then ripping them all off at once. You are still a person. But you are missing some arm hair and are in a fair amount of pain. Now you understand in the slightest way why God said not to have sex with other people before you get married to that one person He wants you to unite with. You may be scratching your head right now. Let me extrapolate. When you have sex with someone, you unite with that person for a brief moment. No matter how “meaningless” or “casual” that encounter may have been, you are now screwed up in the head. You have just given a piece of yourself to that person. And you have taken a piece from them. It may not be apparent to you then, or even in a short time after that… but at some point you will realize that moment has messed you up. You now have an attachment to this person. You have shared something amazingly intimate with this person. It’s something you can never undo, something you can never get back. Perhaps you date this person for a while and enter a relationship with them. Let’s say it’s even a good one, but for some reason, at some point the relationship ends. You are in agony. And when that agony begins to subside and you find yourself moving on, you realize that you are still missing a piece of you and even if that person who is no longer in your life wanted to give it back, they cannot. You have this invisible line drawn to them. The line could be small or it could be rather large. You are damaged.
Were I to stop writing now, you would probably be left rather depressed. If I stopped writing now, I would be rather depressed. See, this damage can spread and manifest in so many ways. It can become like a cancer- and it will slowly eat away at you until you are a rotted out carcass of a person. I only know one answer. That piece of you is gone forever, but the space where that piece was can be filled. Now is the part where either your heartbeat quickens in desperate anticipation… or your eyes roll back in your head and you slump, knowing what’s coming next. There is a Sovereign and Holy God, who before time created the universe and time itself. To say that is hard to wrap your brain around is beyond understatement. But, let’s not focus on that part. This being decided to create mankind and when mankind was in the height of its rebellion—He sent a Savior—His one and only Son. It was God himself, manifest in human flesh. I think you know this story. The Holy God of all creation loves you beyond your own understanding. Why? I couldn’t tell you. I just know that He does and every single minute you breathe He wants to lavish His love upon you. That pain will seemingly never go away. You think it’s gone and then you see a picture or hear a word or song or you smell something or simply out of no where- you are reminded of that person. This little arrow pierces you and the pain is very live and very real. You could be anywhere and any measure of time may have passed… but the pain is there. You may be in love with another person and very happy. That pain doesn’t care. You are still missing that piece of you. It has to be atoned for. The empty space must be filled. You may try to fill it with things of your own accord. Those misshapen pieces will fall out. Eventually, the cancer will spread. I beckon you- fall upon the capstone. Let yourself broken to pieces. All those pieces or lack of pieces make up who you are. You can never fill those gaps by yourself. Fall into the arms of the only One that knows exactly what you need. Fall into the hands of He who knows how to make you whole. Listen to my words! Dismiss them not as rhetoric. Try to understand what beautiful Sovereign is offering you.
You can be repaired.
