I think everyday we drift in and out of the scenes of life’s greatest love story, and we know not. We are part of the cast, no, actually we are co-starring but we know not. The lead man, the main guy, the starring is ever playing His part yet we know him not. His part in the story is to pursue and pour out his love to the co-star who holds a special place in his heart.
This love is majestic, fiercely delicate, so gentle yet it roars, so pure yet is jealous. It’s a tough kind of love, one that beckons ‘come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden’ yet quickly demands ‘take my yoke upon you, for my yoke is easy and my burden light’. It’s a proactive kind of love ‘He chooses to shed this love abroad his subject’s heart’.
I think He is the greatest lover that has ever been, that is and will ever be. He loves unconditionally, steadfastly, ravishingly, wholly and unreservedly. He loves before his subjects could even find it to love him.
Many waters cannot quench this love, nor can floods drown it. Nothing can keep this lover away; if you ascend into heaven, he is there. If you make your bed in hell, behold he is there. If you take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there his hand shall lead you and his right hand shall hold you. He is unavoidable, inescapable, immutable.
So I awaken to the reality of this love, no one can resist it. It’s called AGAPE. Inside of me is a beam that resounds at the voice of this love and I can’t help but call out back after him. I choose to know this love; experience it, to know this lover; indulge Him, to know this great love story; be part of it. He is love and I am loved. I don’t need to earn it or prove my worth for it. Daily, through my inconsistencies, shortsightedness, limitations, He still pursues me.
Kalley Heiligenthal sings it…“Your love is devoted, like a ring of solid gold, like a vow that is tested, like a covenant of old. Your love is enduring through the winter rain and beyond the horizon with mercy for today”
And the beam in my heart resounds…”Abba, I long for that beauty that comes from letting you take over and me fading out. Let me be savagely hungry for you so much that if anything stands in between me and you, it must come under my feet. Your love makes me”
Its the Song in the Words 