Love in an egregious sense, overwhelming, inspiring, frightening in its purity and conscience.  Something beyond my senses yet understandable, enviable, multiplicative through source and spirit.  We traveled unnoticed, or so we thought, all the while not only perceived as an insect in periphery, but substantially, completely, totally identified, created, purposed and loved.  How marred my comprehension once enlightenment revealed my relationship to God.  No longer simple, ignored, forgotten or moribund, now a thing reviewed and cared for by the Creator of all waves, light, pulses and plasma.  In His recognition of my kinship I am now defined.

What then does that definition portend?  With which responsibilities does it weight my character, my loyalty, faith and performance?  How may I act as this new creature, gone the suppositions of prior existence?  Does this unquenchable, immeasurable love grant me freedom to act out of whim or craving?  Or is this love a cage threatening my own sovereignty establishing itself above metaphysical laws and passion?  Would I be forced to come to reckoning and forgo my own wisdom, self, taste bud and reactionary provocations?  Is this a Man’s god or must I become God’s man?

Seeing as I didn’t know before I knew, then it was not a thing self generated, whether by conscience, clever-thinking, self magic or wizardry.  What I have been given is given by one who loved me enough to raze shadow and offer cleansing light.  How then may I own and thus control that which I have only been given through act of care and kindness?  We relish this line of inquiry for it leads to one inevitable, stark, astonishing place, surrender.

Worse than this is the truth that without what I have been given I was helplessly, hopelessly left compromised, owned, shackled by dark things of wanton wisdom.  Deceived, destined, declined entry to things eternal, left, a wet hat, or stray cat in the cold, dark forest of self-sustainability, leading to eventual decomposition.  What praise then shall I offer the one who saw through this abomination?  What song shall I trumpet at the joyous knowledge of my having been set free?  What reason or excuse will suffice why I do not declare my  gifting as opening sonnet or closing prayer to each discussion?

To them who avoid or try to explain away God for fear of judgment, this is not some hopeless Russian play leaving us weeping in the inevitable, inescapable thrust of overwhelming oppression and loss.  This is a love story that drove angels to their knees in wonderment as God put off His glory to come and save the children He loved so dearly.   They saw God become man to right a wrong for which He had no culpability, to drink the rotten filthy poison of man’s wickedness to overcome its slavery of mankind.  This is that greatest story, one in which we all are participants, choosing our roles and relationships, through acts of will or surrender.

There are only two parts, one sides with light the other with darkness, but there is a hitch, the darkness has the power to deceive and disguise itself as light for them who are not familiar.  But for the price of belief each and all of us might be set forever and completely free from the power of deception and disguise.  Logic, systems, cellular complexity and even the inexpiable faith that lives within each heart declares the Glory and Majesty of Almighty God. But it was His love that won my heart, a power over which neither death nor my own foolish thinking could contend.  Death was mastered, I surrendered, both sworn allegiance to the righteous and true Lord of Lords, King Jesus.  All will come.  I pray that you enter Heaven by faith, surrender and salvation, because He loves you so much.  In Jesus name.