“He knew me, yet He loved me…”
“O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me. Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandeth my thoughts afar off. Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it althogether.”
The Bible is filled with stories of miraculous events. There are those who outright deny them, others who try to substitute some “reasonable” explanation, and those that take the accounts at face value. That is as acts of God that supersede the laws of nature.
Jesus once healed a man born blind. When the man was questioned as to how that was accomplished, he said he didn’t know. What he did know was that Jesus made clay, put it on his eyes, and when he washed it off, as Jesus told him to do—he could see.
I do not find miracles hard to believe. It could be because I’m not that philosophically astute, not that intelligent, and certainly not Woke. It could be, but it’s not any of those things, true though they may be. I believe because, like the blind man, I not only experienced a miracle but because that miracle is new each day.
The miracle is that God, the Creator, the Great I Am That I Am, loves me. I don’t know why, and the how is not clearly understood, yet the who, the what, and the where are as crystal clear as the river of life.
I am the nineteen-year-old man, a complete stranger to church and Christianity with a somewhat checkered background who walked into a church in Tipton, Oklahoma one Sunday and saw that the people there had something I did not—peace with God.
There could not have been anyone less worthy, or more rebellious than me. Yet, when I asked God to give me what those people were having, He did. God gave me a new life, a life of friendship and fellowship from which He has never failed or forsaken me. (I wish I could say the same for me.)
He did it because He loved me. I can’t explain that, there’s no logical or reasonable explanation for it. I certainly was not loveable. He knew me and He still loved me—that’s impossible, except nothing is impossible with God.
God knows I’m not perfect. God knows I battle some dark depression at times and have a long history of failures. God knows all of that, yet He loves me, and that’s the greatest miracle of all.
“Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you…”