It seems that we all have heard how much God loves us. Yet, it seems to be a secret that few understand. To others, hearing it again, feels like one time too much. They remember sleepy sermons, and the soreness from sitting for too long on an uncomfortable wooden bench, just wishing for it to be over.
Yet, when you discover the true meaning of God’s love, it is as with all secrets. Too precious to tuck away neatly, furthest back in the closet. At first it shocks you, and you drop it because you feel the heat. Still, you come back, wondering if it can be real, as you pick it up again. You hold it in your hands, “what could this mean?” you wonder, as your heart is searching for an answer.
Suddenly sleepy sermons, uncomfortable benches, irritatingly long prayers, and clothes too uncomfortable to wear, flies out the window. “So that was not really what it was all about,” you whisper, as love begins to fill the room.
Your world begins to change, from a screen in black and white, into a three-dimensional world in living colors.
“What does it feel like?” I know that you are curious.
Take all the love you know. Love of parents, children and the precious love of your husband or wife. Multiply it by ten, at least, and you get the idea.
Slowly you begin to realize, that the greatest thing is to love Him back. If you could not, the lights would flicker and fail, and darkness would fill the world.
It is then, and only then you begin to realize the blindness of your eyes, and the deafness of your ears. For it is not by these we see, but through the window of our soul.
As the rain and snow come down from heaven and stay upon the ground to water the earth, and cause the grain to grow and to produce seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry, so also is my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It shall accomplish all I want it to and prosper everywhere I send it. You will live in joy and peace. The mountains and hills, the trees of the field—all the world around you—will rejoice. Where once were thorns, fir trees will grow; where briers grew, the myrtle trees will sprout up. This miracle will make the Lord’s name very great and be an everlasting sign of God’s power and love.
Isaiah 55:10-13