In February I attended my first ever Voice of the Martyrs Conference. It was a great experience that I can’t wait to repeat. In fact, I hope one day I can be a part of their organization and help persecuted Christians firsthand. At the conference, I purchased several of their books by Richard Wurmbrand, the founder of the organization and a pastor formerly imprisoned by the Soviet Union in Romania.
In his book, In God’s Underground, he shares the story of how he was so close to being overcome by the devil, by hopelessness and doubt and fear, so close to being forever unable to feel God’s presence. Then he composed a poem and writes that after he composed it, he felt the devil leave and he could sense the Lord again. It’s an incredibly honest poem, sharing at first his despair at the church and then his unquenchable love for Christ. I want to share the latter portion of it with you, and I hope it moves you the way it moved me. I hope that if you don’t already feel this way about Jesus, that you very soon do.
The bride of the Song of Songs did not love when she asked if you were “rightly loved.” Love is its own justification. Love is not for the wise. Through a thousand ordeals she will not cease to love. Though fire burns and the waves drown her, she will kiss the hand that hurts. If she finds no answer to her questions she is confident and waits. One day the sun will shine in hidden places and all will be made plain.
Forgiveness of many sins only increased the prostitute’s burning love. But she gave her perfume and shed her tears before You said Your forgiving word. And had You not said it, still she would have sat and wept for the love she had toward You, even being in sin. She loved You before Your blood was shed. She loved You before You forgave. Neither do I ask if it is right to give You love. I do not love in hope of salvation. I would love You in everlasting misfortune. I would love You even in consuming fire. If You had refused to descend to men, You would have been my distant dream. If You had refused to sow You Word, I would love You without hearing it. If You had hesitated and fled from the Crucifixion, and I were not saved, still I would love You.
Now I will dare to say mad words, so that all may know how much I love. Now I will touch untouched strings and magnify You with a new music. If the prophets had predicted another, I would leave them, not You. Let them produce a thousand proofs, I will keep my love for You….
If You were a myth, I would leave reality and live with You in a dream. If they proved You did not exist, You would receive life from my love. My love is mad, without motive, s Your love is to. Lord Jesus, find some happiness here. For more I cannot give you.