There is a very real fear in being loved endlessly by God. His love cannot fail us, but we can fail. We often do. We consistently do. We fail. That failure makes His love hard because it means accepting in our broken, sinful state, we are loved without question and without any of our own merit.
To be truly honest with ourselves, and to declare that our sin has left us with a chasm between where we are, and where God is, is a genuine challenge. To be so deeply accepting of our sin to the point where grace is deeply rooted in our souls is just plain hard. His love penetrates to the core of our very being to show me how real and unparalleled His love is. It stretches from my innermost being to the ends of the earth. It saves, it thrives and it grows. It builds, it repairs and it restores.
His love is radical and real and earth-shaking and world-altering. What is He going to do in a life? How might it be flipped upside down and turned around and changed? We cannot fathom really, but, He loves us. He really, really loves us. Therefore, trust, obedience and desire to follow to any length should result. As hard as that blind willingness to follow and with as much trust as such would require, His love comforts because it saved me. Daily as we toil and tarry, Jesus’ love saved me and saved you and can save the lost and that is truth. I was once lost, but now am found.
God goes to the length of His son dying on the cross for us, and not just coincidentally, but according to plan, so that we might be saved…that’s the length He went to show and give His love to us. What kind of God does that? That makes no sense. None whatsoever. Perfect and holy for severely flawed and dirty. That is an insane love. But my God does that. He does it, He DID that. He loved us, He LOVES us.
It is undeniable that the love of Christ is a longing love which knows no end, nor bound, nor limit. It is infinite and invincible. It is mine.
