The God of the universe loves me.
I don't care what the rest of you think,
the God of the universe loves me.
Nestled, snuggled, sheltered in those arms;
safe, secure, oblivious to harm.
The God of the universe loves me.
Imagine that.
It blows me away when I stop to think about it, and the concept--the idea--the too-scared-to-think-it's-true surprise of it...imagine that. I'm a pathetic, sin-soaked mass of matter, but the love of God thru Christ Jesus says that I matter.
It's great for the self-esteem.
But this is why it's a scandal, this gospel, precisely because it is so absolutely ubelievable. How could a holy God care about--much less love--a punk like me? It exhausts my rational brain. Praise to the One who is so graciously irrational.
"Simply accept the fact that you are accepted..." --Paul Tillich
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment