But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
Can anything make me stop loving you?” God asks. “Watch me speak your language, sleep on your earth, and feel your hurts. Behold the Maker of sight and sound as He sneezes, coughs, and blows His nose. You wonder if I understand how you feel? Look into the dancing eyes of a kid in Nazareth; that’s God walking to school. Ponder the toddler at Mary’s table; that’s God spilling His milk.
“You wonder how long my love will last? Find your answer on a splinted cross, on a craggy hill. That’s me you see up there, your Maker, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked.
“That’s your sin I’m feeling. That’s your death
I’m dying. That’s your resurrection I’m living