Recently the message that God has been sending me is of love. For quiet time, He mention what love is. 1 Corinthians 13
The Greatest Gift
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
Christ loves us. His sacrifice was not a single event, but a daily event. For everyday we sin, it’s another nail in His hands, scourge on His back, spit on His face, punch on His cheek, and laugh as He is hunched over broken. The Prince of Peace hanging on a cross, aware of the path He has chosen and why? For love. Love conquers all. The love of Christ conquered our sin. The love of Christ conquered our death. The love of Christ conquers our life, if we allow it. So let us think for a minute. After reading this part, try to close your eyes and envision what is going on.
Imagine yourself in the Garden of Gethsemane. A cool night, the wind blows by you as you hear the animals in the garden chirping and humming. Imagine the moon high above you, glowing bright as you make it out inbetween the tree branches. Imagine seeing a Man, hunched over a rock praying while crying so hard, drops of blood fall from His face to the ground underneath Him. His hands are folded together on the rock as He cries not to die. He cries to live, yet He you see Him reason and understand that He must die. You watch as sadness and joy enter His hear and His face at the same time. You begin to hear marching through the forest. The animals have stopped their noises and the cool breeze is now replaced with the warmth of torches and a hundred cold faces stare at the Man standing in the middle, standing knowing His time has come.
The cold handcuffs and chains go around His body and begin to weigh Him down. Now He walks through the garden and into the high courts where all the “nobles” are surrounding Him and accusing Him. As laughs and jeers begin to come toward Him, so does spit, slaps and punches. The weight of the chains and the abuse begin to take their toll. The Man falls down but stands back up. His face now turning purple and black, His body bruised, His heart crying that those who are beating Him will one day believe in Him, He still stands and takes the beating.
A few hours later, He hangs on a cross. A crown of thorns on His head, piercing through His skin, blood dripping down His cheeks, over His mouth, down His arms and chest. Blood pours from every pore in His body. He just carried a cross that tore into His flesh after He was whipped, yet through the city, through every step He never stopped. He walked and every time He fell, He stood back up. He now hangs on the cross half naked with holes in His hands and feet.
Wrongfully accused. He knew it, all of Heaven knew it, and yet He prevented the angels from interfering. He willingly chose this way to die. Looking up at the cross and watching the Prince of Peace hanging by only three nails, all you can do is close your eyes and turn away. It can’t be. How could innocence be more violently abused?
Hanging on the cross, and watching the Christ, the Savior, on the cross, all you can do is run up to Him and give Him a big hug. All you want to do is take Him down and hold Him. Feel the love of a King as tears flow. Your tears because He did this for you, and His tears because He did this for you. But that is you giving Christ a hug.
Every day, Christ is waiting next to your bed. Every day Christ is waiting for you to uncover yourself and take your first steps of the day. Every day Christ is waiting with His arms spread out, so that the first steps you take will be into His arms to hug Him. Will you give Him a hug? will you spend time in prayer and quiet time to feel His loving arms around you? Will you do whatever it takes to feel the hands of Christ, wrapped around you? All He is asking for is obedience and time with Him. Imagine how it would feel to hold Christ and have the warmth of His tears running down your back. Imagine the tears of joy He has all because you came back to Him and wanted to spend time with Him. Imagine the tears of joy flowing from His eyes because you wanted to give Him a hug. Think, before you were born, He wanted to give you a hug, and He is waiting in Heaven to greet you. Will you do whatever it takes to give Him that hug He has been waiting for since the foundation of the world? Imagine that hug, that killed pure innocence, that discovered unconditional love and is waiting to hold you