At
a Christian concert last night during set/instrument changes when the
auditorium was all black with no lights, I heard from somewhere behind me,
“I
love you!”
Someone
on stage bellowed back, “I love you more!”
In
that instant, I thought, “That’s us, when we are telling God we love him.”
I
know that flashed through my mind because of a conversation I had this past
week with someone near and dear to me.
She told me as she was driving to visit her dad in the hospital she was
thinking that she loves him so much! And
then fear came over her as she thought, “I don’t think I love God more than my
dad.” I think it was a fear of doubt in
her faith that her priorities were out of whack. After all, we are taught all our Christian
lives that we are to love nothing more than God.
But
then the Holy Spirit spoke to her and gave her the message that it’s okay; God
knows that she loves Him and that she will never be able to love Him as much as
He loves her.
In
reflecting on her story over the last couple of days, I realize that it strikes
a chord with me because I have often marveled at how willingly Abraham brought
his son to sacrifice on the altar. I
know deep down that I simply don’t have that level of faith in me. I couldn’t bring my child to that point. In its strictest sense, it is a point that
shows that my faith is weaker than Abraham’s and if I dwelled on that for too
long, I always ended up with thinking that God must be saddened by this flaw in
me. Until now, though, I never saw God’s
grace in this.
After
hearing her story, I said, “It must have been such a peaceful feeling that came
over you.” After all, isn’t the result
of grace peace?
Here
is a song from the concert. I love the
chorus.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qst5GAxBwf8
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