Monday April 15, 2013
I'm supposed to love the unlovely?
Who are the unlovely?
My children—when they’re cranky and bickering and pushing and shoving.
My husband—when he’s left things a mess and doesn’t even notice.
Those are easy to identify. I can spot the unlovely a mile away.
But…wait! Who is that other person in the family portrait? Could that be ME? Unlovely?
Oh, yes. And therein lies the problem, most of the time.
I see others are far more unlovely than I am.
I like to love smiling, contented children and husbands who pick up after themselves. And when I do, what am I loving? Myself. The world according to me.
Can I pick and choose who’s deserving of my love? Not if I intend to model Christ. He died for the unlovely…for those who were broken and knew it…for those who knew they needed Him.
He spread His arms at Calvary to encompass all of us, with our crankiness, our bickering, our messes. Before we even cared about Him, He died for us.
Can I do less?
I want to turn my face heavenward and plead, “But how, Lord?”
How can I model Your love in the midst of the mess of this fallen sod, among a crush of broken souls?
I wait, and it’s as if I hear His gentle, inviting voice: “Run to me. Stay close to me. Know me and my nature, and I’ll shine through you.”
I step toward Him, and just before the broken pieces fade, I see myself reflected in those shards.
As I join the unlovely, grace spills over on those around me.
I'm linking up with Laura, Michelle, and Jen today.