After serving two wretched days in jury duty, I've been thinking about how interesting the jury selection process is. Then I began wandering into thoughts about how interesting it is to see that God would allow justice to be so incredibly vulnerable to our frail, inadequate human interpretation. This then led my mind to ponder how interesting it is to see that God leaves not just justice, but virtually everything open to our flawed interpretation.
But this morning, as I was driving to work on the Garden State Parkway and passing by exit 135, I realized that there is at least one thing that God does not leave open to our interpretation: how much he loves us.
Not when he began loving us, or when he does and does not love us, or why he loves us, or how he loves us...but how much he loves us.
When, why, and how become secondary, and in fact become of increasingly and infinitely lesser importance the closer we get to understanding and embracing how much he loves us.
Of all the things he could have made absolutely clear to us...theological conundrums, measures of justice, our precise progress in sanctification...God chooses to convey how much he loves us, the measure of which is, of course, exemplified, personified, and carried out most physically on the cross, but which is also seen so clearly in each breath we take, everywhere in the Bible (OT and NT), in all the small and big moments in our days, weeks, months, and years, so long as we remain sentient enough to see it.
He does not allow any room for our own interpretations when it comes to the extent of his love for us. It is enduring, inexorable, full, and so much more.
Now it is left to us to respond.
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