It’s easy to say, “Oh yes, I believe John 3:16, that ‘God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, etc.,’ but my problem is I can’t believe He notices me out of the six or seven billion people He has to love! Divide that love into a fraction of one-seventh billion—how much am I getting?”
And so many people go through life to their bitter end with human hearts bereft of that spine-tingling divine love. And if their human loves have failed them, they are all the more forlorn. If you would like to realize the close connection you have missed, take a good look at Psalm 139, word by word. It’s something good to read while you are on your knees. It’s a direct conversation with God, hand touching Hand. A few highlights:
(1) Fly to Timbuktu to get away from His love, but it follows you there (vss. 5-10).
(2) He took the time to create YOU bone by bone, sinew by sinew, nerve by nerve; yes, even every one of your brain cells designed to appreciate His concern for YOU. No scientist working with his electronic microscope could be more fastidious (vss. 13-16).
(3) All your foolish wanderings, your sins, your blindnesses, He has noted and forgiven in advance because He persists in loving you (vss. 14-16).
(4) There’s a “secret” between you and Him that no other human on earth can penetrate (vs. 15). He treasures that individual secret touch. When at last you look into the eyes of the Son of God you will recognize that although He knows all your guilty secrets He still loves and respects YOU.
(5) God never sends you a printed birthday card—He thinks specifically of YOU personally, and has a billion private good-will thoughts toward you as an individual (vss. 17, 18).
(6) Such love enlists you as a co-worker with Him in the great controversy raging between Christ and Satan. You cease being an empty cipher in this conflict, and share with Him the battle and the victory (vss. 19-22).
(7) Now you welcome His searching investigative-judgment of your inner heart (vss. 23, 24).
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