I Love Jesus
I love Him for every minute that turned into hours that turned into days that turned into years that He resisted the old Satan and every single variety and color of alluring temptation brought against Him, for failing there, He would have failed everywhere. It must have been exhausting for Him to have never, ever, not for a single second, let down His guard or His fight against all evil as well as against all temptation to evil. I live in awe of Him for this and many other reasons. And I know He understands and helps me even though I never came close to succeeding in the Herculean struggle like He did. He taught me not to quit…not ever…not even in the face of failure! I love Him for that!
I love Him for coming here and not living a life of privilege. Rather, He lived as the majority of us have lived on the earth…a life of hard work which sometimes found that there was too much month left for the money. I love Him because out of His poverty, I was made rich in the ways that count most!
I love Him for listening. He listened to God…to His parents…to His immature disciples…to the heart-wrenching requests of desperate people…to every question asked of Him by friend or foe…to the little children who blabbered into His ear as He took them up in His arms to bless them. And I love Him for still listening to me!
I love Him for every weary mile He travelled to be the truth for others. Think of how much time He spent walking from place to place. I love Him for every blister and every callous that formed upon His hands and feet as He worked and walked looking for lost sheep like me. I love Him for every drop of sweat that poured out of Him as He bore the heat of the day without complaining. I love Him for every shiver that shook His body on those nights of His journeying during which He had no place to lay His weary head. I love Him because I know He still goes the extra mile for me regularly. (I want to be better and do better for Him, don’t you?)
I love Him for giving Judas many opportunities to do better…to rise above his evil leanings. I love Him because when Judas insisted on choosing wrong, it didn’t make Jesus glad. I love Him for His patience with all His disciples who so often didn’t understand Who He was and who they were. I love Him for trying to reach even the hardened hypocrites among the Jewish leaders. I love Him for giving even the crowd-pleasing Pilate a chance to know the truth. And I love Him that even during His excruciating death, He sought, watched, listened for one more soul and took a dying thief to Paradise. And I love Him for not giving up on me for all these years when I would have given up on myself long ago.
I love Him because He first loved me…He so loved me…He still loves me…and He will always love me with a purifying and ennobling love. I love Jesus because how else can I respond to the wonder of Him?!