Love has suddenly become so real to me.
I can feel my insides yearning so incredibly much to just get closer and closer.
This world. This world was originally so incredibly perfect. There was no death intended for our world. None whatsoever. It was unthinkable, unimaginable. No sorrow. No pain. There was happy, but no unhappy. There were desires, but no unsatisfaction. It must have been so beautiful in the garden of eden. Only Love. Love was at the core of it all. He simply wanted to make us happy. He was like a child. Just wanting to have fun and create! Create a beautiful world for the ones he loved.
He wanted to please us, to play with us. To adventure into the world still yet to be discovered. To laugh with us, share lives together intimately. To love us. To choose us. To rescue us. To cherish us. He never wanted to be left...
The Pain. The Pain he must have felt when he realized this fun was over... The moment the apple had been taken and eaten. How could they be so easily deceived? So easily doubt their creator? Their friend. Had he not given them everything out of Joy?! And yet the apple HAD to be there. Love is dependent upon evil, because a choice is needed. To love at any cost.
So began the living dead.
The child must have been screaming, his heart tearing, seeing all of the things he loved, created out of love, become dead. Things once beautiful, now encrypted with disease. Yet he still loved. He loved our wretched dark souls. Where we were once at peace, we now bickered, argued, murdered and stole. The perfect that we once were destroyed.
And still again he loved, creating another world, still for us, under our power and control. Although this place was different... infected with disease, his presence could still be found. Injury could now occur, even death. But he did all he could to satisfy.
That would be our world today, and yet somehow we've forgotten him. This child, who wants to be our friend. The lion, protector of all. The lamb, peaceful at heart. The father, who wants his prodigal children to return home.
"I made this. I made this. I am God. And I made you. Do you like it? Do you doubt me? I see you, [name here]. I made you. I love you. So then, why do you doubt? Sorry? Why are you sorry? I love you, [name here]. I love you. I choose you. I rescue you. I cherish you. Never leave me, [name here]. Tell me that you'll never leave me..." (*excerpt)
*Thoughts inspired and provoked by "Black" a fiction novel written by Ted Dekker.
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