Love So Deep

 

The little guy couldn’t believe what he saw. It was a brand new world for him.

God knelt down and said, “You’re here for a purpose. You’re part of my plan.”

The little one said, “Ok, but I’m so small, I’m scared I won’t be strong enough.”

God said “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. You’re under my care.” And the little one believed.

Years went by, the little guy was not so little anymore—he grew with each passing day.

“Hey, God,” the young one said, “I’m much older now, see how strong I am?”

God answered, “Yes, you are strong, but not strong enough. I have great plans for you but beforehand you’ll need to get even stronger, you have to trust me.” The adolescent trusted.

More years went by.

The harshness of life came and went, and came and went.

The storms rolled through, as they always do, battering against the grown one; at times certain he would break under all the pressure.

“God! Where are you? These storms are impossible to stand up against, I’m weary—I don’t feel strong anymore.”

“But you are strong” said God. “In fact, you’re so strong that the storms and years and all those times that you were battered made you ready for your purpose. Are you ready?”

“I am, God!” he answered.

And God knew he was.

The little one’s purpose, from long ago, was coming to be.

He was transformed before his own eyes.

He couldn’t imagine this is what he was to become.

He looked like a whole new creation.

He thanked God for his transformation.

And then he was carried away.

“What’s happening God?”

“I told you, you were made for a purpose.”

“But I don’t understand.”

“It was my plan.”

“But it doesn’t seem right.”

“It will.”

And the grown one stood silent as he was perched on a hill of Calvary. His branches and leaves and bark stripped off long ago, now cut down to resemble a cross. His beams were big and heavy, full of splinters, reaching wide and tall.

And a man, bloodied and bruised, nailed to him for all the world to see.

“But why God?”

“It was my plan from long ago.”

“But why?”

“Because they needed a Savior.”

“You created me, knowing?”

“I needed a tree.”

“For this?”

“For them!”

Dear friends, as we enter this holiest of weeks of our faith, may we fill each day with thoughts of what the week was for. To remember the depth of what happened, the holiness of what was given and the greatness of what resulted.

It was done out of love. All of it. From the sacrifice of a Son to the forgiveness of our sins—it’s all about love. Love so deep that the Father had to create the tree that His son would die on. For us.

May we enter into Easter with an awe struck view of what the third day brought and the warmth of what His love showed.

Romans 5:8