I’ve been reading Max Lucado’s book about “experiencing the heart of Jesus”. It talks so much about God’s love. Yep… I’m reacquainting myself with it.
God’s love is just so much. Before putting down the book for the day, I was left to ponder on the scene Max presented to teh readers. It’s about Jesus’ disciples when He had His ministry on earth. Have you ever wondered why Jesus picked out people like Peter, John, Thomas, Matthew, et al? I mean if you’re familiar with their stories these guys are a bunch of… well… they weren’t special people. No PhD, MBA, and all those degrees I’m not even familiar with (they’re trying to use every letter from the alphabet). Jesus could’ve gotten someone more trained, if His ministry were done during our times… I guess he could use… ummm… well I don’t want to drop names, but you get the picture (there’s nothing really wrong with that. Our Master just have something else in mind… or shall I say “in heart”). Instead of a “dream team” of the ablest evangelists, disciples, apostles, etc… he picked out good ol’ Peter who one day would deny Him. He was surrounded by people who fled when they should’ve stayed. But why them?
Why me? Why you? Why this world? Why us humans?
Because He loves us. He knew how His love can change us. He knew it can change us. And where does He get that kind of love? There must be plenty of it so that everyone of us will experience it. Where does God get the love he showers us everyday? Where did He get the love that made Him become like one of us? Where did he draw that love? From what well? From what account? IS there a “love chest” that He keeps in heaven?
…God is love. He is love. Love = God = Love.
I’m disarmed.
