Monday, October 14, 2013


   That four-letter word that brought us each of us into existence.
Genesis 2:7 "Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being."
    The one who loved me enough to create me even after all the sin of my ancestors, reaching back to Adam and Eve, had even greater love than that.
John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
     Love so great. Think about love for a second. Perhaps not necessarily this great and pure love, but any love. All love. Everyone who has ever loved or been loved, all of it, from the beginning of time until this very second. It shapes our world, for what do we do in life but what we love? Our music says what we love, or what the musician loves, or what someone loves. We laugh because we love to. We cry when our love breaks our hearts. We are angry and sad when are love is violated, or when we cannot have what we love. Our possessions are ours because we love them, or we love the person who gave them to us too much to get rid of it. We do sports because we love them. We go places because we love them. And, when someone dares to interfere with what we love most dearly, watch out, world. 
     We are creatures of love, like God, in whose image we were made. It makes sense for our world to revolve around love, if you think about it that way. So, if love is what our world revolves around, why does it fall apart with so much love in it? Because we do not love the right things. The world is lost, and it run from the one who can love us the most. The world is scared that, if it accepts such pure love, that surely there must be a price for it, and a horrible price at that. That, if it shows its dirty side to this love, the love will not accept it. But love that pure, how can it not? This is the love that sets us on fire and gives us "peace that passes understanding" as strength and hope to want to, as a revival speaker a year or two ago so colorfully put it, "go attack hell itself with a supersoaker."
    Love so pure, love so bold, love so patient, love so kind... love we do not deserve. Love we can never earn nor fully learn for ourselves. Love that comforts and disciplines. 
     Where's God's? You know, don't you dare tell me otherwise, you Christian, you. 
     Most importantly, where's yours