He Gave...

I can’t help but think of the Father’s heart as full of light yet wet with raindrops – He knows the story behind every African’s pearly white smile set in dusky faces – He is weeping for and with them. He sees when the smile fades away and their eyes are cast down to dirty, calloused feet.

He counts every single tear that slips down our faces and the silent cries of humanities heart resounds as an anthem in His ears. He knows our pain better than we do, He went to the greatest length to reach into the deepest depths of our sorrows and pull us up in His arms of grace.

The Creator became created, the Healer gave His life, the Lifegiver conquered death, the Father cries, “Come! Come all you who are weak and weary, I will give you rest.” He lifts our faces to His perfectly pure radiance, wiping away our shame.

And then He does it, He asks: “Will you go with Me? Will you be My hands to heal the hurting, My feet to spread My Good News? Will you go to that one person? I will give you eyes to see beyond their beautiful smile. I entered into your pain and now I’m empowering you to enter with Me into someone else’s pain. You think you may know a little of My love?  Ah, just wait, wait until you experience My heart for all of humanity …

For I so loved the world I gave...”

How much you have done, God my God! Your wonders and your thoughts toward us – none can compare with you! I would proclaim them, I would speak about them; but there’s too much to tell!