Renaissance

The Renaissance is a cultural movement meaning rebirth. The most famous occurrence was in the 14th to 17th century that signified the rebirth of music, art and literature. Noteworthy change comes often after much suffering and serious reflection. New roads are chiseled out of the mountain, buildings are erected in new places, progress moves through barriers. A metamorphosis of musical cadence, artistic expression and intellectual wisdom are expressed within a new vision.

Redemption came to my heart like Renaissance to the world. I spent years following the “Insanity” tour of life. You know the one where you do the same thing over and over again expecting different results. In fact, I was an Insanity Groupee because I wanted complete control of my life, every person, every situation. But, since God was in control and I was not He had much bigger plans for me that He chiseled out of my hide. Because eventually you fall off the back of the treadmill face first. You are running at record pace and then something breaks your stride. If you have ever been in this position, as I have figuratively as well as in truth, it is a painful yet humbling position and it takes a chunk out of your pride and possibly your chin!

Repentance is affirming that something new is better. Those who have lived in the wilderness can truly know and understand incredible redemption physically, emotionally, spiritually. My life was as scriptures says, “I am a new creature, created in Christ Jesus to do good works” Ephesians 2:10. Christ brought joy in my sadness, grace to my madness, mercy to my sinfulness, peace to my chaos, treasure to my emptiness, Richness to my poor attempts at living and future days filled with renewal, restoration and rest, my Renaissance.

Many were skeptical of the coming age of music, art and literature that came out of the Renaissance, It was a major shift in thinking. Not unlike my mother’s generation was about rock n roll. Many are skeptical about Christianity too and its ability to transform lives. It has to be lived out loud, not shoved down ones throat. And isn’t it a crazy notion that one can lose their life to save it? But, I died and now I live. I no longer run the race that leads to folly and broken bones. I am free. I do find myself moving extra fast on the treadmill of life occasionally, failing to recognize the pattern of my sinfulness. But, God quickly tugs at the wick of my heart. In Jeremiah 20:9 it says, “His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; I cannot!” I cannot help but play the harmony that has transformed the melody of my heart. It has played gloriously through the veins of my marrow healing my brokenness and illuminating outward to those around me. That is Christ living in me.

Skepticism is born out of fear of the unknown and an unwillingness to trust something we might not fully understand. Just like new music. I am a broken vessel of clay reborn to a life of usefulness that brings hope, faith and trust in God hopefully to others. I pray only that when someone sees me falter, they also see my anguish over it and my hand reaching up to touch the flame of hope that comes in being dropped through the roof to Christ’s feet for His salve on my wounds of this chronic disease. For the Renaissance, the rebirth of our heart, comes only in repenting of our ill attempts at fixing it ourselves and our inability to stop the insanity without God’s healing hand.

It is indeed a new vision that changes everything! Trust in His hand.

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers Him from them all; he protects all his bones, not one of them will be broken.” Psalm 34:18-20

Zanna