There are things that are constant in this life. Jesus is one of them. My brokenness is another.
Foundations. That's what I like to label these posts because I desire solid grounding before I head out for the adventure of my very short lifetime. But it's funny. Foundations must always be reassessed, not in the fact that the groundwork has been mislaid, rather, my perception always seems to be skewed over time.
Love
Love is multilayered and expansive. More than I can muster; more than I can explain.. the depth of the love the Lord cannot be contained in such tiny containers of man's feeble words. Even in the farthest stretches of your imagination, the expanse of the God and who He is is infinitely greater than that.
Think about that for a second. I cannot, you cannot, even comprehend the idea of the word 'infinite'. We both have good understandings, maybe even the best suppositions, but we cannot fully grasp the depth of infinity. So how then can we grasp the magnitude of the One who gives definition to infinity?
Jesus, the Son of the only One who is good, left heaven for a place and eternity for time, choosing to be surrounded by brokenness rather than perfection, because of LOVE. He became the infinite in an infant, walking among those who had rebelled against Him, was rebelling against Him, and would eventually rebel to the point of nailing Him on the cross. The One whose very word brings life was disdained and despised. When all the sin within us caused us to runaway, He came searching and rescuing us, even though it was no fault of His, no responsibility of His. And when He came, we murdered Him. We murdered Love. Not that Jesus didn't give His life over willingly, because He did, but because of the malice in our hearts, it was murder.
But He rose! Hallelujah He rose! He rose above all the throes of death, above everything that we could throw against Him, every transgression that we committed could not keep down the love that burns for us. Jesus took His heart, His beating heart and transfused it into our dry, weary bones. And from that heart grew sinews and tissues, muscles and skin, bringing life to that which once was dead.
Death to Life
We have been saved from what we deserve to be given what we cannot earn! Innocent blood spilt for the reckless life I've led, and yet perfect righteous for the life that I cannot lead.
