Please don’t misunderstand. None of this makes me prideful;
in fact, it humbles me. I have done nothing to deserve all this love, but it is
such an overwhelming display of the grace of God who loves us without measure
and without making demands on us and who expects us to love people the same
way. Years ago I was awestruck when I discovered Jesus’ words in
John 13:35: “By this everyone will know
that you are My disciples, if you love one another.” Jesus could have said they'll know you’re My
disciples by your martyrdom; by your piety; by your obedience; by your faith.
But instead He chose to emphasize love. Why? Because love puts the focus where
it belongs…on Him. He loved us while we were still sinners (Rom. 5:8) and loved
us so much He sent His only Son to die for us (John 3:16).
God tells us frequently of His love for us. It is the
overriding theme of scripture. God did not and does not do anything out of
obligation, rather all of His decisions and actions are motivated by love. When we truly understand this and experience
God’s great redeeming love for us, we can’t help but overflow and pour that
love on others. Our daily prayer should probably include this idea: “Father,
today fill my heart so full of Your love that I cannot keep it to myself. Make
me a willing vessel to share Your great love with everyone I encounter this
day. Thank You for Your infinite, inexhaustible love.”Friday, October 19, 2012
A Well-loved Life
God has had me meditate on love a LOT over the last six
months. Specifically, He has had me ponder the verses in 1 Cor. 13 in which He
tells us how to love. This shouldn't surprise me because for many years I have told some of my closest friends that
I have received more love in my life than most people ever do and I believe
it’s true. I am not certain why God has poured out His grace on me in this way,
but I can remember even as a very young child people showing kindness and
gentleness and generosity to me. People have always had a need to take care of
me, even when I became an adult. They often treat me with kid gloves as if I am
a fragile, delicate figurine and even strangers come up and hug me.
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