Sometimes, when you hear about God's love week after week at camp, you, sort of, lose some perspective. The story of God's love is for these campers, right? I already know it. Right?
Well, I do. I mean, these days, I continue to be transformed by His love as I seek to follow him. I have finally decided that's it worth the work I put into it. More than worth it. And I realize, these days, that it's not a lofty and unattainable goal to pursue Christ with reckless abandon. It's actually the only appropriate response to his love.
So, when I am suddenly thrust into a deeper understanding of that love, I am instantly brought to tears. Because it really is too much. It really is.
As I make my way through Hebrews these days, here is what I am discovering. Jesus not only suffered and died for us, but he then presents us to God as if we weren't people who spit on him, mocked him, and ultimately took his life. He presents us as if he has just uncovered the most precious treasure. And here's the kicker. He feels like he has. With a flourish, he says, "Ta da!" and points to us. "Aren't they wonderful?" He is the proudest big brother.
And to think, I've spent so long wondering if he somehow resents, even a little, having to die for me. Feeling that he surely must. I have so much to learn about his love.
I guess camp isn't just for the kids.