Betrayal and Trust
There’s nothing more destructive and disillusioning than betrayal by trusted friends…
the theft of innocence,
the jarring surprise of being backstabbed,
the introspective questioning,
and then the sense of abandonment.
It’s all overwhelming.
But know this. Nobody knows betrayal like our Papa.
In the garden, Adam and Eve, the crown of creation and dear friends who walked, talked, and laughed with God in the cool of the day, bought into a lie that He could not be trusted. They then entered all of mankind into the orphan spiral of abandonment and disillusionment, that the lie of betrayal created.
And then…
“On the night He was betrayed, He took bread…”
This was not the first time He had experienced betrayal by close friends. But this would be the last time the sting of abandonment would hold merit.
“No Peter, before the cock crows you WILL betray me. In fact, you all are going to turn tail and run, yet I am not alone, my Papa is with me…”
“This is my body, broken for you!”
“Boys and girls, you are not abandoned, I will not leave you orphaned…”
“Boys and girls, I have NEVER abandoned you and will NEVER leave you, ALL that I Am is yours!”
“I’m fixing this betrayal problem once and for ALL!”
“In that day, you will know that I am in my Father and you are in me and I am in you!
Boys and girls, sons and daughters, Today is that day!”
If anybody can relate to betrayal it is Jesus. But betrayal is not even in His vocabulary!
Because…
“You have always been with me, and everything I have is yours!”
Oh, Love That Will Not Let Me Go
- O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
- O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
- O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
- O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
George Matheson
Lloyd Clark is an entrepreneur, a former pastor, and a writer. He is passionate about being loved by our Heavenly Father and revealing that same love to everyone he meets. He and his wife Mary have 5 children and 7 grandchildren and live in North Carolina.
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