We have been kidnapped. We are being held hostage on a world which we do not belong to. We are all meant to be with God in heaven. Unfortunately, we have developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome, where we have developed a love of this world.
This world teaches us that to get ahead, we must be ruthless. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. It’s a dog eat dog world, and you gotta keep hustling to make it. Someone once told me that at the end of the day, all that matters is your bank account.
Then here you have God who tells you to not worry about anything. To not even think about what you will wear. To not worry about what you will eat. He tells about the birds who plant no seed or work the soil to grow their own food, but yet they are fed. And of He takes care of such a small animal, how much more could He care for us, who He made, in His own image.
As I read more of the Bible, the juxtaposition becomes more and more obvious. Whatever this world tells you to do, it is usually the polar opposite of what God wants you to do.
I’ve been asking myself a bunch of questions recently. One of them is, “does God love me?”, and my answer is yes. After that question is, “what have I done to earn His love?”, my answer is, “nothing”. Will I ever be able to earn His love? Never. So why does God love me? An idea popped into my head and I asked a few parents, “did becoming a parent help you understand God’s love?”. They answered yes.
A baby has no achievements. A baby cannot do anything. Babies poop on you, pee on you, barf on you. Yet their parents feel an overwhelming connection with them. Their parents love them immensely, and the baby has yet to even speak! Most parents will go to great lengths to provide the best for their children. Having a baby taught them what unconditional love is. Unconditional means absolute, not limited by conditions. That gives me an idea, a glimpse of how much God loves me.
I had been kidnapped by sin. My father in heaven loves me so much, that He sent His only son to pay the ransom so I could be free, so I could live with Him in heaven eternally.
I don’t have a child, but I cannot even imagine letting my own son die for someone I’ve never met. But that’s what He did for me. The more I think about it, the crazier it sounds. I cannot deny that God exists. I cannot deny that Jesus is real, because He is real in my life. I consider myself a pretty smart person, and from a logical perspective, it’s absolutely ridiculous. But I experience His love daily. I have accepted the gift that is freely given to everyone. While in my head, it makes no sense at all, but my heart knows it to be true. And that is what faith is all about.