We want so desperately for it to be true, the verses we read describing God’s love. A love we can’t wrap our hands around, one that is unable to be lost. Even if we can’t feel the depths of the statement we hope with everything in us that someone around us could love us despite our many faults, because its never been done. Every love anyone has ever known has been shattered by human frailty so we doubt that there is a power greater than our mis-shapes. We can try to fight it and we can spit in its face, hammer nails through its limbs, rip flesh from its back, crown it with thorns, all the while mocking its name and the love grows deeper as the pain gets stronger. You can’t run from the deep everlasting love of a savior who takes your shame and pronounces you dearly loved. How we wonder? So the words strike at the core because we were meant to be loved that much. He came and died so we would have something to look on and say that I am loved that much. Crown him with pain; he will still hang for you. Nail him to wood and the son of God will beg forgiveness on your behalf. You may not have been there on that hill that day and you may not have held the hammer but time and time again we have poured salt on the wounds when we say your love isn’t enough. The words stick is because they are unattainable. We done deserve a love that travels to the depths of forever but God says differently. He forever holds you in his hands never to fall because you are the beloved and you are to be loved.
