My dear friend Trevor gave me a book of readings and meditations by my favorite author C.S. Lewis before I left Medford. Very much in the style of the Max Lucado devotionals, the book consists of passages from Lewis' various writings over the years.
Today's passage was originally found in the book The Problem Of Pain and was all about the fact that God loves man. Nothing too profound about that, you might say. Well, after several days of really not being inspired to write anything on here, this really did get me thinking.
What Lewis was doing was pointing out that what we humans think of God loving us is dependent on our own human definition of love, and you don't need me to tell you that the human idea of love has become horribly distorted over the millennia.
A lot of people would equate love with some kind of disinterested, indifferent concern for our welfare, as Lewis puts it. We tend to envision love as like some kind of "senile benevolence" that "drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way" (Lewis again).
How far could that possibly be from the all-consuming fire who has loved us - if anything - too much, and not too little. The kind of love with which the Creator loves us is unparalleled in human history. We could not possibly hope to see such love in any human example, and I guess that is why we find it just so hard to comprehend.
You see, we humans - whether we realize it or not - want a loving God, but we don't realize just how ridiculously, purely loving He is...or else we just cannot relate to it, and so we experience disappointment, confusion, misunderstanding, and in some cases we simply push it away.
Graham Kendrick wrote of "Hands that flung stars into space..." surrendering to cruel nails....still outstretched.
Now that truly is love.