Love

     Something swept over me this week, something too fiery to hold inside. God just loves me. God just loves you. No reason. He feels like it.

    

  If I had two brains, I’d be juggling it from one to the other, afraid to try. This holy God, perfect and just and righteous, is also full of love toward us. All the things I’ve discovered about holiness are beginning to make sense. To be holy in bare response to His holiness is wise, genius, the only serious thing to do, as Kierkegaard would say. God understands us though, more than we can ourselves. We do not know how to be serious, not for eternity. Our seriousness is brief and flickering, and sometimes only achieved by Paul or A.W. Tozer. How perfectly convenient that this God, full of holiness, is able to see beyond our attempts at gravity and love us anyway.

     

     What made David(Crowder as well, read his book Praise Habit) sing God’s praises at the top his lungs was not only His holiness and might, but His love and beauty, exquisite beauty. God makes beauty out of ugliness. God does not only pull us to our feet, He transforms our beings into something breathtaking. I am sure that without new bodies in Heaven, breathing would be impossible. This is the glory of redemption. He not only saves our lives, He continually makes us perfect. Beauty that was once disgusting is twice glorious. If we’d been born perfect, where would the praise be? We would have no comparison for our sanctification. Praise my Jesus, He is making us holy and beautiful every day. Go ahead and shout about it.

   

  I would like to know how the Holy Spirit will be manifested in Heaven. He certainly does a lot of things.