God, torn between the compassion and justice of his love, feels emotion so deep it reverberates through every corner of creation. He knows we humans are hurting, scared and longing to be free of the horrors of our painful lives on earth — our every cry, every tear, pierces His heart, the very heart that designed us with hands gentle and strong. He aches over this separation, and his grief like a cosmic roar is stifled within the silence of His patience.
God sees beyond history, holding eternity like a canvas painted in the vivid hues of happiness, peace, and unshakable love. It’s real, that place of beauty — God’s domain — the happy home where we are invited to go after the troubles of this temporary life. If only we would believe Him. His plea, whispered yet thunderous, echoes throughout time: “Trust Me. Trust what you can’t see, especially in the storm. I know you feel you can’t, you won’t, but there’s more, so much more. Just believe, believe the facts, my love for you!”
Yes God’s heart is torn, bleeding for us who, trapped in the anguish of the moment, can’t grasp the bigger picture. We continually fail to understand. He longs for us to know our suffering is not the end — it is an ember of a world not acceptable in His final decision. A world He has Himself contained, restricted so it won’t spread further, and this all is for our benefit.
God’s Son Jesus tasted this, the horror of our temporary human sentence. He felt the sting of our misery, the rejection, the physical pain from our ignorance, from our inflated pride and arrogance. This sin, our sin is everywhere! Yet God cried out through His Son’s broken body: “This is not the end, by far!”
Through his Son, God took the ugliest, most grotesque display of our human failure — the extinguishing of our own lifeline, the cutting through of our own umbilical cord, and turned it into a clear message: we really need to trust in God no matter what, because we certainly can’t trust ourselves!
God sees beyond history, holding eternity like a canvas painted in the vivid hues of happiness, peace, and unshakable love. It’s real, that place of beauty — God’s domain — the happy home where we are invited to go after the troubles of this temporary life. If only we would believe Him. His plea, whispered yet thunderous, echoes throughout time: “Trust Me. Trust what you can’t see, especially in the storm. I know you feel you can’t, you won’t, but there’s more, so much more. Just believe, believe the facts, my love for you!”
Yes God’s heart is torn, bleeding for us who, trapped in the anguish of the moment, can’t grasp the bigger picture. We continually fail to understand. He longs for us to know our suffering is not the end — it is an ember of a world not acceptable in His final decision. A world He has Himself contained, restricted so it won’t spread further, and this all is for our benefit.
God’s Son Jesus tasted this, the horror of our temporary human sentence. He felt the sting of our misery, the rejection, the physical pain from our ignorance, from our inflated pride and arrogance. This sin, our sin is everywhere! Yet God cried out through His Son’s broken body: “This is not the end, by far!”
Through his Son, God took the ugliest, most grotesque display of our human failure — the extinguishing of our own lifeline, the cutting through of our own umbilical cord, and turned it into a clear message: we really need to trust in God no matter what, because we certainly can’t trust ourselves!
