Much of my life over the last three years has been written in black ink…a dark script of pain, sorrow, loss and loneliness.
And yet, every day and every word of darkness God has edited, rewritten, crossed out, and written over in red ink.
He writes over:
Lies that we are not good enough We are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14-16)
Weakness His power is made perfect in our weakness. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
Fear Perfect love drives out fear. (1 John 4:18)
Pain By His wounds we are healed. (1 Peter 2:24)
Sorrow Those who reap in tears will sow in joy. (Psalm 126:5)
Loneliness He will never leave us or forsake us. (Deuteronomy 31:8)
Confusion and Chaos He leads us by still waters. (Psalm 23:2-3)
Despair He gives us beauty for ashes and a garment of praise for a spirit of heaviness. (Isaiah 61:3)
Red-inked words of life rewritten over the black-inked script of our lives.
A truth so beautifully captured in a story my daughter wrote when she was just sixteen:
Imagine an intense checkers game.
You’re the red pieces…and your opponent smiles menacingly as he sets up his black pieces. You start out feeling very confident, thinking that this game will be a breeze. But as the game goes on, red pieces start disappearing and black kings seem to be everywhere you try to go. Eventually the board is totally void of red pieces…except for one.
One tiny, pathetic little piece is cornered by all the black kings. Sweat pours down your face and you think that there is no way you could ever beat your opponent. On the other hand, he’s sitting across from you with glinting eyes and a devilish smile, showing confidence that makes you feel like he could jump up and smash you into the ground.
But then a shadow falls across the board. You both look up, and see a man standing there with a smile on his face. A patch on his shirt says “All-Time Checkers Champion, 33AD.” You look over at your opponent, only to see that his face has gone white. The man gently places his hand on your shoulder and says, “Well, how’s the game going?”
“Not so well…” You reply. “I’m going to lose.”
The man quickly scans over the board and then looks back at you. “Doesn’t look too bad to me. Anyway, this isn’t your game.”
You watch him in confusion as he pulls you up from your chair and takes your place at the checkers table. Your opponent is fuming and hisses, “That’s cheating. You can’t help her!
“Yes I can. She wasn’t supposed to play you anyway; you asked for a game with me."
Your opponent tries to regain his composure as he leans back in his chair. “Well it’s not even worth it. You’re dead…you don’t stand a chance against my pieces!”
The man looks at the little red piece and whispers, “It’s my turn, right?”
Your opponent guffaws with laughter. “Sure! But what are you going to do with one measly piece? You’re toast buddy!”
But the man doesn’t say anything. He just looks over at you and smiles…
And then, taking the red in his hand, he jumps over all the black kings, one at a time.
Jesus died on the cross for your sins. He took the red in his hands and feet and played that checkers game for you, so you would not have to lose.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
Jesus is the game changer–the only one who can rewrite our lives in red—the only one we can depend on to defeat the darkness in our lives.
May He edit, cross out, and rewrite any black-inked scripts in your life today.
It's His game, His battle to fight…and the man in RED always wins!