Outrageous Love: Part 2

Over the past centuries lot of individuals, movement, religion, and whatnot have misrepresented Jesus. They do their plans “in the name of Jesus” hurting and killing so many lives. Sad thing about it is that Jesus’ name is still being used for their own personal gain.

I’m not writing this to defend His divinity, I am writing this to somehow tell you, my beloved readers, why Jesus came and did what He did when He was here on earth, and the WHY behind WHAT He did is far more important to me. But before anything else, I do not claim to be a theologian, I am though, a Christian who’s been smitten by this outrageous love that only He (Jesus) can give.

One day when I went home to visit my mom, one of our cute dogs, Coleen, approached me with her tail wagging like crazy, then she dropped something on my foot like a gift from her to me. To my surprise horror it’s not a toy but a cockroach, barely alive twitching and turning trying to escape his uh . . . death. So I shook my leg horrendously wanting to get that thing off my foot. But my dog was just so happy, she offered her gift of love and who am I to complai? But I don’t need her gift, I don’t need her pet cockroach, I just want to play with her.

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We humans are somehow like Coleen, we come to God and we offer our gifts of love, our sacrifices, our good works trying to please Him — our Master. But God doesn’t need our gifts for He owns everything, He doesn’t need our talents nor our good works, He just wants you and me. All this sacrifices and good deeds are like filthy rags to Him (or like that cockroach). God is not an insecure God that if you don’t do certain religious stuff He’ll be sad or mad at us. In reality, He was the One who gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we can enjoy Him forever. I’m not talking about hyper grace here, but I am presenting this outrageous, lavish love He wants to give us.

Now about good works and obedience to His word and commands, we still have to obey that. Not to show how much you love Him but for us to know how much He loves us, so that we may understand His will and know, by obeying, His will is good, pleasing and perfect for us.

How then do we receive this “outrageous love”? By simply admitting that, by your own good works, you cannot merit His love. We can only get it if we receive it by faith. Acknowledge that it is only through Jesus that we can go to God — nothing more, nothing less. Some may be offended by its simplicity, some may not even accept Jesus. But Jesus is not moved to love you more if you love him back or not, because even before He went to that cross He had already decided to love you and me extravagantly. And now the question remains, will you accept that love? If you do then I want you to pray and tell God that you want to receive that love and acknowledge that it is only through Jesus you can receive that eternal love from the Him, our Father.

46  Current mood: loved.

A Broken Alabaster Jar

I cannot look people straight into their eyes because I know they’re disgusted when they see me.

“She’s a harlot!” That’s what they say. Scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

I cannot look at myself in the mirror, because what I see is an ugly woman hiding underneath the layers of her make-up.

Braided hair, beautiful clothes, fragrant smell; if only I can be like this alabaster jar—beautiful and precious. People will pay huge amount for this.

But not me.

For I am not worth your year’s wage. Scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

But You looked at me. You looked at me with compassion in Your eyes. What do You see that people can’t see? What do You see that I can’t see?

I know some men look at me with lust. I know some men look at me with disgust. But You see me differently. You don’t see me as a harlot; You saw what’s inside of me; You saw something so precious.

Now I understand, it’s not the beautiful alabaster jar that’s precious, it’s what it holds that has more value. But who am I? I am scorned by the public, despised by my family.

Unloved.
Unworthy.

I rushed to see this man. They say His name is Jesus. I grabbed my alabaster jar filled with pure nard.

Bowed down at His feet, I wept like child. For the first time I felt love, real love. My Lord, what can I offer except this jar of perfume? I am broken—a broken vessel like this jar of alabaster. My contents are all spilled out but I don’t care. I am loved. I will pour out my all, my everything at your feet. You are more precious to me.

Then He said these loving words to me, “your sins are forgiven. Go in peace.” I anointed Him but He also anointed me. Though scorned by the public and despised by my family, but in Him . . .

I am loved.
I am worthy.

A narrative inspired by a character in the bible in Luke 7:36-50.

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  Current mood: So many things to do, so little time.