God, Loves Me?

Over the last week or so I've been struggling with the question “Why dose Jesus love me”.  Most of us have heard it, but the Bible says “For God so loved the world, that He gave His Only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him Should not perish, but have eternal life.” and it continues on to say that he was sent to save us from our sins, And by doing this he had to be crucified on the cross!  Now you got to remember the world wasn't vary lovable rite now.  The church was corrupt and the people were wicked.  How could Jesus say He loved the world...What did He see in us, little mindless dust, compared to him, isn't that what we looked like to Him...

Well...I don't think so.  Because God did send His only son to die for our sins.  Right there He showed us His love.  Okay, so He loves us, lets come back to the original question...

”why”.

Maybe Because the devil has been making our lives miserable ever since the beginning of time, when we ate the apple, and God feels bad for us...or maybe because we are simply Gods great master peace and he takes grate pride in his work....Or maybe none of that matters to him at all. “?”.  Yeah, I've thought about this a long time and it still lives me in awe.  At first I dismissed these thoughts, but then I started asking other people and finding I might not be so far off.

Now this is a true story. 

I was on a walk and by chance I stumbled upon the cutest little chipmunk.  It was sitting rite in front of me.  I stooped down to get a closer look when I discover that it was only a baby, it hadn't even opened its eyes.  He probably jumped out of its nest and ran away from home.  Knowing that if I left it alone it would probably fall pray to a predator, I was filled with a love and compassion for him.  So I took the chipmunk home and I'm still nursing it into adulthood,  or until winter passes and it will be able to fend for itself. 

Now, where did that compassion come from?  With that thought in mind, this story makes a neat little parable.  You and I being blind in our youth, did not see the good in submission to authority. So we got up and went our own way, but it was not long before we found that we were lost and doomed to die.  Now this is where my parable breaks down because I didn't die to save the helpless chipmunk, but Jesus did.  Isa 53:6  All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and Jehovah hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.   He displayed his love and compassion on the cross.  Now back to that question, after I discovered it was only a baby.  That love and compassion I felt for that chipmunk, where did it come from?  Maybe its because of Jesus's example, I don't know.  I do know we are all built-in with this inner compassion for those who are less fortunate and weaker then we are.  I believe that this is just a faint reflection of the compassion Jesus had for us.  But I think It goes even deeper then that.  When a parent sees their child in great pain, even if it was because they did something wrong, the parent is still filled with compassion.  There is a kind of a loving bond between them that can not be broken.  When you create something really awesome, like a great piece of artwork.  After days of putting your nose to the grinding stone you are finally finished.  You stand back to look at it, when suddenly someone comes running up to it and starts scribbling on it.  You, without doubt, will start worrying about it.  I believe this is the same way, and bigger, with Jesus and us.  Jesus is the ultimate example of love.

So the answer to “why” is only as definite as my understanding of Gods pure and true love, which will take me a life time to fully comprehend.

Basically, God loves you no matter who you are or what you've done.

But all of this got me thinking.  If Jesus loves me so much that he died for me.  Why cant I love Him so much that I could live for him.

And by understanding this I've been moved to give everything I own to God.  Not just the things I own, but my time, my attitude and my will.  By this, I mean, I want God to take my life and put me in the place He wants me to be.

I could not begin to tell you the amazing things Gods done in my life for doing this.  He is blessing me to no end, and I want to tell you, there is no better feeling then knowing, for sure, you belong right where you are.

If any of this makes since to you I'm praying it helps you, If it doesn't God bless you any ways.

Andrew Bean