Today, I want to pause and remember the reason why I am what I am and why I do what I do. I am only anything because of who God is.
God is God. I know, that is redundant and meaningless. Unless I take the time to actually think about it. What does it mean that God is God? There’s a question I could spend a lifetime answering! But really.
He would be God without me, without you, without any of humanity, without any creation at all. He doesn’t have to know me. He doesn’t have to love me. He doesn’t have to care for me. But He does.
He could have stayed in His own incomprehensible God-realm and never created or touched me. But He didn’t. He breathed life into me and shaped me in His very image. Then, when I messed up, He did something even more extraordinary.
He humbled Himself to save me. God became a man. What?! Plenty of men aspire to become gods, but who ever heard of the actual real God – the only One who has a right to be God – deciding to become a man? He didn’t stop there.
Jesus didn’t just come to Earth to tell me what is good and bad and hug me before leaving. He died for me in the most agonizing way possible. He allowed himself to be separated from His own being in the Trinity. He went to the pits of Hell to battle Satan for my life.
He took my mess and cleaned it with His blood. He gave me His perfection and made me alive again. He went to Hell for me because He couldn’t bear the thought of being in Heaven without me. I cannot fathom the love this means He must have for me.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
~ Frederick Lehman, “The Love of God” ~