Love of God

I prefer to talk about the death and suffering of Jesus Christ. I prefer to talk about being a slave of righteousness instead of a slave to sin. I prefer to talk about virtue and excellence. I prefer to talk about the freedom of obeying God’s commandments. But rarely to I feel inclined to talk about the Love of God.

God forbid, that I am a noisy gong that people shouldn’t listen to. But truly it is the Love of God that is why I am as faithful as I am. My faith journey truly began at my youth group. I am grateful for my father and my youth ministry for providing me the opportunity. We were on a retreat around Easter time. I couldn’t sleep. So, I decided to join a Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. It may have been my first one.

I stared at the Eucharist believing in Jesus. But what I was really pondering was why would someone die on the cross. Especially, the someone named Jesus of Nazareth. He could have avoided the pain. He could have made someone else do it. He could have done so many things, but instead He chose to be on the cross. Even while we were still sinners He died for us. (Romans 5:8)

This line pierced my heart. I had weeping tears as I contemplated this infinite love. Too many times the love that came from friends and family was sub-par. But there, Jesus in the Eucharist, was the most perfect love shining with all of its splendor. The Love of God is always being given. I don’t have words to talk about it. I merely want to bask in the love for all of eternity.