Standing…staring at a portion of the wall…the infamous wall that separated families, friends, enemies, cultures, ideas and nations. It stands about 9 ft high and mere inches thick. My first impression? Not quite so impressive! The wall came down overnight in a historic event. Yet, I can’t help but wonder why it took so long before that night happened. Portions of this wall have remained for tourist and historical sake. They know they will get attention for the past regardless of how shameful it is to some.
Today I stood and stared at this wall covered with about an inch of spray paint layers from various artists. They come and graffiti these walls and then graffiti over the past person’s graffiti. Layer after layer of paint that shows its wear and tear from the years of covering a very unimpressive wall. The words and pictures jump out at you it almost looks as if they are screaming something at you as you are being drawn in like it was some sort of magnet.
I feel like this is a pretty accurate description of many of our hearts:
For those who have never experienced His freedom, you are only a few inches from HIs presence and the wall that needs to come down is much less imposing than you think…He will knock it down for you if you ask!
For those of you who have had walls knocked down…Have you decided to keep some of them up for old times sake? Have you kept them up because you remember how they give you attention? Do you paint over the facade of yourr walls over and over again to hide it…while secretly hoping that your cry for help would be noticed by anyone walking by? How many layers would someone have to go through before they knew your heart for what it was…before you could just be raw and real?
The fact of the matter is that the wall has been knocked down and it doesn’t need to be held onto…People of Berlin can walk away from it or through it or even avoid it. I guess the question to be asked is this: What are we doing about the walls in our life?
