In the summer of 2006, I went on a missions trip to Jamaica with my church. Though I never would have realized or admitted to it then, I had never had an actual relationship with Jesus, only a knowledge of Him. One night during worship, God changed that forever.
As I sat with my head bowed, quietly worshipping in the warm Jamaican air, I began to see a series of Jamaican children's faces flash through my mind. Some of the faces that looked at me were sad or scared, others were hiding halfway behind something, and others simply stood and stared down at their feet or blankly at me. Then all of a sudden, the "slideshow" restarted, but this time the faces were breaking into wide smiles, and the kids began looking up and around at each other. By the end, they were all dancing and laughing with joy. My heart began to be filled with love for these kids because I knew that they had been set free.
My eyes welled up with tears as I was suddenly overwhelmed by the immense love that God was revealing to me. At that moment I was experiencing more love than I ever knew a human heart could contain. It's not something I can ever give words to, nothing I could ever have hoped to grasp without having actually known it for myself. Simply trust me when I say that it was the grandest, most overpowering, irresistible experience that I've ever had.
Wow, I thought. This must be the way that God loves us.
Yet God spoke to me in that moment and very clearly said that what I was drowning in was simply a watered-down, infinitesimal, fraction of the Love He has for us.
Something about that night completely changed the way I looked at God, the way I looked at the people around me, and the way I looked at myself. It marked the beginning of a new kind of relationship with Him. No longer was it only about living according to His standards, it became about possessing and sharing with the world that life-changing love He'd shown me.
Recently I heard a worship pastor at my church say that transformation is the natural product of encountering God's presence. That when we come face to face with Him, there is nothing we can do but fall in love and want more of Him. I am fully convinced that that is what happened to me in Jamaica.
That night is something I remind myself of frequently, and since then I have had a handful of similar experiences during which He reminds me of how deeply He loves me. But I do go through seasons during which I seem to set aside or minimize the glory of this revelation. And this is what I was recently convicted of in my heart.
If I truly acknowledged the fact that He actually craves my attention, treasures my company, and seeks me out though I am so far from Him, would I look at my time with Him so casually?
Today I was reading Zechariah 8:2, where God says
"This is what the Lord Almighty says:
'I am very jealous for Zion;
I am burning with jealousy for her."
This jealousy was provoked by His people being so self-consumed. He says to them in Zechariah 7:5-6,
"When you fasted and mourned
in the fifth and seventh months for
the past seventy years, was it really
for me that you fasted?
And when you were eating and drinking
were you not just feasting for yourselves?"
Sometimes I wonder if He doesn't ask me the same sort of thing. A part of my subconcious seems to still view Him as the big guy in the sky ready to point out all of my shortcomings and failures, when really He is jealously longing after my attention and affection.
During this year's New Life Church easter production of The Thorn, I had my latest realization of His love. As always, it was incredible to be so vividly reminded of what He has done for me. Jesus really did walk this earth. He really did perform miracles. He really did have friends, he really slept, he really ate, he really talked. And he really was tortured and crucified, with a real whip, real thorns, real wood, and real nails.
I remember watching the scene after his flogging and before Golgotha with tear-filled eyes as Jesus, bloody and broken, carried the cross through the crowd, staggering under the weight, but always getting back up. Why? I thought. Why would He go through this for US? And in the quiet of my heart I heard Him whisper,
I still would have done this if YOU were the only one that needed redemption.
And that is what I felt like God wanted me to share with you this evening. That whether or not you've ever tangibly experienced it, His love for you is immeasurably vast. That He doesn't look at you as another face in the crowd, but that He knows you intimately and His breath is taken away by your gaze. That a wide grin comes to his face when He sees you. That His heart beats a little faster when you choose to spend time with Him. He doesn't ask you to measure up to His love before receiving it, He jealously waits for you to enter His presence long enough to experience it. And when you do, you won't leave the same.
"Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned." ~ Song of Songs 8:6-7