He loves me. Not just the me that the world encounters, but the me that wrestles with me. The me that has to think quickly on the first Sunday of whom I may hold grudges against before I partake of the elements. The me who is just a few steps away from 79th street who is ready to pull back her hair, take off her hoops, slap some vaseline on her face and open up a can of (well you fill in the blank). The me who wonders what life would be like if she made different decisions earlier in life. The me who calls her mom five times per day and inwardly trembles at the possibility of that ending reality one day. Yes, he loves me and he supports me through each “me” that emerges. Yet “he” never changes through it all, and as such, he compels me to live a lifestyle reflective of his love, one that is steeped in honoring the depth of hell he rescued me from – and quite possibly you.
His love for us prevails, period. While people may criticize, critique and conjure, the Lord faileth not (Zephaniah 3:5). As such, we have a responsibility to transform from the “me” whom we were acculturated to be, to the “me” that God needs in the earth. Galatians 2:20 provides strong evidence to support this consideration: “My ego is no longer central. It is no longer important that I appear righteous before you or have your good opinion, and I am no longer driven to impress God. Christ lives in me. The life you see me living is not “mine,” but it is lived by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. I am not going to go back on that.” After all that God has done in the lives of his people, we cannot afford to return to our former ways of living and being. The price of our salvation cannot be underestimated, and yet the cost to dismantle it is enormous.
Given the current state of our world, there are messages to just about every subset of the population that may extend opportunity for one to question God’s love. But rest assured, it’s there. Love is an action word, and God demonstrates the essence of it over and over again! No matter what we’ve done, there is space for reconciliation with our Creator. He always makes room, he always extends wisdom and he sees us as the apple of his eye (Psalm 17:8). Even in our rottenness to our core, his love doesn’t change. When we don’t get it all right, he is not standing around keeping score. He is laser focused in his love for us, despite us.
Through his love, he develops our character. He specializes our anointing. He births our gifts and makes room for them to come forth (Proverbs 18:16). And through his shaping and molding, we come forth and the pained “me” morphs into the bold me, the one that stands on the battlefield for the Lord despite the challenges, trials and obstacles. For that, we must be grateful. We give him glory! We adore him! We honor him! We reverence him! We worship him! That is the me that we must carry through it all.
He loves me. That’s settled. In fact, it was settled at Calvary. And as the saying goes, “There is absolutely nothing you can do about it.”