The Fragrant Cross

November 25, 2011 by Milly·1 Comment

One night in 2011 whilst in worship, I was caught up into Jesus body as He hung on the Cross.

I in Him, Him in I

The weight, the agony, the stretching, tearing sound of silence with intermittent wails echoing in the soulish realm around.

On the verge of grief induced asphyxiation, a light like an arrow shot through out of our eyes.

A light that saw Into the purpose and promise

We gasped, inhaling a fragrance, a deep intoxicating; yet familiar scent but now, intermingled with dried blood. The fragrance of the Nard that Mary had smashed in recklessly extravagant adoration.

Drenching the Lamb of God, with the fragrance of her sacrifice

We gasped again, the fragrance of the humility of worship, still lingering, a fresh reminder to Jesus of the living waters already pouring from Marys heart in the form of Nard.

That which cost her everything.

Given without hesitation for the future price that He would pay.

For the delight and honor of serving the Servant of all. Loving on the Person of Love.

We gasped again! From the light that shot from His eyes, we saw every Mary that ever was, that is, that is still is to come.

HE is the One that covers All. For He was, and is and is to come.

He surrendered His spirit into the arms of the Father, while holding sin, and the curse in His own body; in order to punish it.

He then snatched us from the grip of time

Re-uniting us in one-ness. 

His blood, displayed us to the cosmos, as Begotten!

When He died we died, as He lives we live. As He is so are we in this world. 

Resuscitated in His Breath.

Inhaling the fragrance of the Love Himself. Exhaling the aroma of the Overcomer 

He snatched us from the grip of time

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