Gazing upon an African Masai pin full of tangled branches, an occasional thorn to provide and keep captive their treasured and life sustaining herd of cattle it nudges of another reality of how a thorn can take us captive. Captives whether through hurtful words spoken, a negative thought roaming and through the recesses of our mind, a physical-emotional ailment or spiritual warfare only to seek to take root and manifest much pain in our lives. It’s a reality a fractured, flawed humanity shares.
I’ve experienced thorns too.
Below is a poem in remembrance, continuance.
Consumed within a timeless thorn,
thus surrounded by its sudden storm;
Symbolic of a bird, its daring flight,
involved in an all-consuming fight.
Life can be but painfully hard,
when feeling the raging, cage of a rough scar;
But Jesus has taken the open wound,
thus raised it from His empty tomb.
Christ comes, thus takes an unsettled anxiousness,
embraces and sweeps with a soothing peacefulness;
Forever the need, His touch, His gentleness,
always in a time of un-welcomed loneliness.
Determined to praise You in an untimely storm,
reminded to be thankful for the persistent thorn;
Eternally grateful, and to be reborn,
always a mystery to sometimes mourn.
Surrounded with Your mercy, Your sufficient grace,
a much sought after, a captivating safe place;
Standing faithful, and through this storm,
within the midst of a consuming thorn.
To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:7)