Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, January 5, 2014

The Year of the Purple Scarf

This year the primary color,
Among our Christmas gifts,
Was a hue that can denote
Royalty or rifts.

Scarves seemed to be the predominant gift exchanged among our family this Christmas season and purple radiated as the primary color. Seeing purple reminded me of royalty as well as rifts or wounds. While considering how we wear scarves wrapped around our necks, I visualized the loving arms of Jesus wrapped around my neck and shoulders. Then I heard Him whisper in my ear, “You are my child and I love you. I can heal whatever hurts you.” 

God loved us so much that He sent His Son Jesus to be born into the world, to live as a humble servant, and to sacrifice His life for His creation, providing a way to redemption and eternal life for believers in the name of Christ Jesus (John 3:16, John 13:12-17, Romans 3:23-25). When we receive Him and believe on His Name, He gives us the right to become His children (John 1:12). Then we become part of God’s royal family as Peter declares in 1 Peter 2:9:

You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. (NIV)

When we adopt the ways of the world instead of living as God’s royal children, we become battered and bruised. We focus on our circumstances and forget about His mercy. God repeatedly reminded the Israelites about His love and grace while they repeatedly turned away from Him to sin. This human cycle of sin can only be transformed by a Savior. That’s why God sent His Son Jesus into the world. That’s why we celebrate His birth at Christmas. That’s why love seems to warm our hearts during this season.  When we allow Him into our lives, He will wrap us up in His love. As scripture says in Song of Songs 2:4:

Let him lead me to the banquet hall,
    and let his banner over me be love.

Below is a poem that flowed from my heart as I considered our gifts of scarfs, the season of Christmas, the color purple, and the warm wrapping of God’s love. 

The Year of the Purple Scarf

 Battered and bruised by discouraging words, 
She returned to her family broken.
With cheeks purpled by humiliation
Very few words were spoken.

Arms wrapped around her shoulders,
Replicating the God from above,
Expressing His warmth and sacrifice
Because His banner over us is love.

When swaddled in God’s family crest,
The cross of mercy and grace,
Purple wounds of suffering and shame
Are erased with His loving embrace.

Suddenly the soul of the disgraced
Is supplied with the strength of the Lord.
Joy overflows like the surge of a flood
As God’s Words are stored and poured.

The transformation from sinner to saint
Has dismantled Satan’s trap.
This child of God is promptly encased 
With a royal purple wrap.

Deborah Crawford - 1/2/14

Thank you, Lord God, for the love you gave us all at Christmas time. Your love wraps me up with warmth and security, making me a child of the King. I am grateful for Your grace. Thank you, Jesus. AMEN.

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