This afternoon I drove past the old coffee shop where my abusive pastor and I used to meet. (He wasn't one for sticking around his office, see). For the past 3 years I've averted my eyes, knowing it was just past the high grass and down the hill, so I didn't need to verify its presence with a glance. For a while after I walked away from him, I couldn't bring myself to enter a coffee shop without feeling ill. And I love coffee, so that's saying something.
Today's glance, though, brought something different. The building was Gone. Totaled. Razed. Rubble. NO MORE.
My heart leapt for joy.
"This temple will become a heap of rubble. All who pass by will be appalled and will scoff and say, ‘Why has the Lord done such a thing to this land and to this temple?" 1 Kings 9:8
The "temple" where I was tricked into worshipping this man who abused me with his words and his leering eyes lies destroyed. And I know why the Lord has done such a thing: It's because He is the author of metaphor.
Amen.
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