love, mercy joy

There's a crack in my armor I see light peaking through My old, rusty armor I thought it was true I always called it vintage Had a plan to restore Worked to bring it back to life Repair what was worn It had broken in pieces A few times before In attempts to protect it I think I damaged it more I had bent and glued Oiled and greased In sheer panic for my safety My work never ceased I must save my heart Whatever the cost Must present as a fortress One that no one can cross But today I woke up Saw my suit of mail Hanging weak and brittle Despite all my travail Yet oddly enough Between the broken shards This crazy warm glowing Had me staring hard For the first time ever I wasn't afraid I just wanted to know What made me feel this way Slowly I reached Pulled the heavy metal away Began to breathe more deeply Nothing in the way All I had underneath Was a pretty little dress All white and dre

I just always thought this verse was talking about a prostitute. I was reading this the other night after listening to Pastor Chris's "4 Women" ( http://youtu.be/uRcziOJcyIM ). I've always thought it was a beautiful verse, but I've always felt like there was more to it than what I saw. This time, as I thought and thought, and thought, it started to hit me in a whole new way I had never ever seen. Jesus always speaks in ways that will allow those who want to, especially "good" people, to remain comfortably deceived if they want to. To go on about their lives confident that he was speaking to the people that have the real problems. So here, it was easy for the religious leaders Jesus was speaking to, to understand his message on a surface level.  She is an evil, sinful woman. If he could forgive her of all that wrong, which doesn't make sense anyway, then yeah, she'd better be grateful. It's not my fault that I can't appreciate his supposed