Don’t ask me to explain love. I can’t, because I don’t understand it. I can’t explain the Creator’s love for the creation. Like electricity, I know it’s there, and although I can’t explain it, I know how to use it. I can’t explain Christ’s love. Jesus knows everything I’ve ever done, everything I’ve ever said, every thought I’ve ever had, and He loves me anyway. I don’t understand this, but I’m thankful for it.
When God looks at me He doesn’t see me, He sees Jesus because I‘ve “put Jesus on” (Galatians 3:27). He sees Jesus, and opens his arms to welcome me. I don’t understand this, but I’m thankful for it; and I’m resting in it to get me through this life and into the next.
I’ve wondered why, since God wants me to live righteously, He doesn’t make it easier by removing some of my desire to sin, some of that sinful nature that makes it so hard to resist temptations. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want his relationship with us to be like puppets on a string that dance when He pulls the strings. That would not demonstrate our love for Him. I’ve seen battery operated toy puppies that would dance around and yap when you turn them on. Then you can turn them off and put them in a closet. Compare the toy to a real live puppy that loves you and gets excited when you come near. He jumps around, wiggles, yaps, wags his tail, licks your hand, and leaves no doubt that he loves you and is glad to see you. God wants that pure sincere excited puppy love from us, not the reaction of an automaton.
Remembering “Puppy Love” should help me resists temptations, then when God comes near I won’t have to take on that pathetic, shameful, hang-dog look puppies get when they have forgotten to go on the paper.
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