Jesus loves me...yeah, so?

Valentine's Day is upon us, that holiday that drips love, hearts, and chocolate. So what is it about love, anyway, that gives us the highest emotional highs (and the lowest lows), makes us spend a fortune on someone, creates culture's best songs and literature, and often determines whether or not we have a good life?

I've been pondering this. There is an author of love. He created it, and He demonstrated it by paying the highest price possible.

OK, so we've all heard the child's song...Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so....so what? We say "yeah, yeah" and go on with life. What difference does it make? An eternal one. One we can't ignore.

I've followed Jesus for 29 years now, yet I still can't grasp the complexity and simplicity of: Jesus...loves...me.

Why Jesus and not some other god? No other god ever told me he loved me...not Buddha, or Allah, or Mother Nature, etc. No other god took the punishment for my sin... even before I knew him. I didn't ask Jesus to do this for me. But He's the only one who can love me, because He is God, and is the author of love. The quality of loving isn't in other gods.

Why does He love me? He should hate me, because my sin put him through all that unjust torture. He should lose his patience with me because I mess up every day. He should write me off because I learn his lessons too slowly. Even if I hate Him, he loves me. Who does that? Even if I don't want Him to love me, He will, because to not love me is to not be who He is.

Why does He love me? Now that's a big mystery. I have no idea. I didn't deserve it, I can't earn it, I don't live up to it. If I talked to Tom as little as I talk to Jesus on some days, our relationship would be in trouble. But the fact that He does love ME, in spite of all that, makes me feel so valued. He calls me His daughter! How can I NOT love Him back?

Until the day I die, I will try to fathom the depths of such love, and try to love Him back as best I can. And then, I'll meet Him face to face. Oh, to see the FACE of the author of love! There are no words to express that. Imagine....

Off to "the dump" I will go...

When I mention to others that I'm going to Togo, Africa, I get a spectrum of reactions. From excited "Ohhhh, can I go with you???" comments to a curious "Oh" to quizzical looks that suggest pity. But one stands out more than all others: "Why would you want to go to THAT DUMP?" This person thought my time and money would be better spent seeing some beautiful parts of Africa, or going on a safari. I would love to do that, no doubt about it. But as I get older and ponder things like the brevity of life, why I'm here, and how I can love Jesus and others more and better, I feel compelled to go to places like the "dump" of Togo.

I know what I'll find there. I'll find beautiful faces with broken bodies who long to see because of blinding cataracts, who long to walk again because of contorted legs, who long to be restored to their communities because of huge tumors that make them the laughingstock of their villages. I'll see precious babies who can't eat because of cleft lip and/or palate...a simple fix by American standards. These people are human like you and me...they have souls, hopes, dreams, families. They long to be loved, respected, cared for, valued. They are not to be thrown onto a trash heap and forgotten. What if you or I had been born THERE and not in privileged America? Would we be less of a person?



Lord, send me to the "dump", where I can be Your hands and feet to those You haven't forgotten, those whom You tenderly love, those whose poverty breaks Your heart. If I ever think I'm better than them, break me. Destroy my foolish pride. Show me the treasures You see in places that some consider a dump.

"Store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust don't destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

"What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while then vanishes."

"Whatever you do for the least of these brothers of mine, you do for me."