crazy little things.

“Quick..Hurry up…” whispered the girl as she climbed the steps of the ladder.

Adrenaline rushes in her veins as she reaches the top. The young man slowly followed behind..

It’s 1 am, they didn’t care about the time nor anyone watching. As far as they are concerned the world is theirs for now, reality fades away as they enjoyed their beautiful fantasy.

The girl now lying down on the roof of a multi-story car park, stretched her hands towards the sky as if she was grabbing the stars. Her other half did just the same, and in the unearthly hours of the day, they indulged in their little game of grabbing the most stars. A tiny grin emerged from her face as she turned to the young man.

It was a lovely evening, the sky was clear and stark blackness stretched from side to side, with little glittering jewels speckled all over as if the sky was black velvet.The air was cool and crisp.

And as a gentle breeze blew, two young people indulged in each other with the elegant sky as their backdrop.

Nothing mattered at all. Maybe what they did was crazy, lying down at late hours on the top of a multi-story car park. But it was this crazy little things that added to the sweet taste of romance, the euphoria of adrenaline rushes… Sure they were young and crazy – but they dared to do crazy little things just for the sake of adventure.

I remember the last crazily romantic thing I’ve ever experienced was this..

Someone who lived a perfect life, everything went well, everything was in place…. But this person saw me, my life not being altogether, everything is out of place, I was lonely.

This person loved me so much…so much… That He left his throne and came down to my level…

He could have sent a servant to help me or something – He came personally….

He could have appeared before me directly to offer help.. No, He came as a baby..to experience every single thing I’ve experience… Love, pain, shame, joy and sadness…

He is all knowing yet He chose to take my form to taste what I’ve tasted. The bitterness of sorrow, the sweetness of love and joy.. the fury of anger… He tasted them all..

Crazy, why do you want to share my pain…share my sorrows….why you want to cry with me?

I guess love makes you do the crazy little things for someone…

Taking my form, tasting what I’ve tasted – He said “I understand you, I really do.”
Having lived the life I’ve lived – He said “I know, I’ve been through it too”
Having felt my pain before – He says “I care, I know it hurts.”
Knowing I need help – He offered His arms “I love you deeply, let me help please?”

And just when I thought His extravagant acts of love was crazy enough.. I haven’t seen anything yet..

To rescue me, He needed to pay my ransom…
To save me, He gave His life..
To protect me, He took my bullet..

This crazy person, allowed Himself to be arrested for a crime He didn’t commit… On trial for a case that’s not His…

He was ridiculed in front of His country-men, scorned in the sight of His kins-men.

He was beaten, slapped and spat upon.. Every bit of dignity He had as a man was slowly chiseled away by skeptics and mockers.

He didn’t have to go through this.. This crazy man..
But it’s all for love, He carried on…

An order was issued for Him to be scourged…So tied to a wooden post, this person was whipped by a torture device so vile, tearing his flesh and making Him bleed. Tendons and muscles tore at every stroke.. Yet he carried on, bearing the pain that no man could ever want to bear…

My tears rolled down, I cried for this man.. What has he done to deserved this? WHY?
WHY? You crazy man, why do you do this?

“All for love” said the man,

“I’m doing crazy little things for you. I’m making all things new…”

A heavy wooden beam they gave him to carry, by now we know the kind of death he had to face..

Crucification, a vile and gory punishment, what has he done to deserve such punishment?..

His own execution device he had to carry, no one gave him sympathy… Falling under the weight of his cross, He still carried on..

Has anyone no mercy nor compassion for this innocent man? No one… Men sneered and jeered as he limped past them…

The dark and vileness of men’s heart manifested as they mocked him, tore his beard and hammered a diadem of pain into his temple and covered him with a scarlet robe that inflicted more pain to raw wounded back…

He was offered anesthetic to numb and deaden the pain.. a mixture of wine and gall to ease his suffering…

He refused, “I’ll bear with this pain, because I know the one I loved has faced pain in her heart too, I will take all the pain for her, that she need not feel needless pain no more.”

Iron bolts fashioned by human hands, pierced through the palms of his man and another to his legs… hung on the cross for six agonising hours…He took the full fire of God wrath upon himself….

“Is it enough?, Is it enough already? How much more pain do you have to bear?” I cried…

And He took every once of fury for, and finally He cried – IT IS FINISHED.

My lips and feet turned cold as I realised that He had died.

Blood and water rushed out as a spear pierced His side…

I had cried till I had no more tears… “You crazy man you, why did you have to die?”

But wait three days later….

The crazy person loved me, who died for me is alive!

A crazy act of love – utterly romantic… All because He dared to do so for me.

To do the crazy little things.