This week I have been meditating on the Scripture “God is love.” That statement is found twice in 1st John chapter four. That is not a taut-ism. One can’t turn it around and say “love is God,” although that is what some try to do with it. Nor is that a complete statement about God’s nature. The same writer tells us that “God is light” and “God is spirit.”
But the statement is not only a statement about the nature of God. It is a statement about the nature of God with ethical implications. Intertwined and sandwiched between his “God is love” statements is a lot of talk about how that necessarily means that followers of Christ are to love each other.
After asking myself and asking God in prayer some questions about that I had an interesting but not uncommon experience late in the day. I received a call on my cell phone as I was leaving Sam’s Club. It was an acquaintance. I can’t call him a friend. Not because he doesn’t seem to be a nice person, but because I only know him on a professional basis. I’ve known this man for about seven years and we have had three or four brief phone conversations, one face to face meeting, and a few Christmas cards.
We have never talked at any length about our likes and dislikes. He couldn’t tell you anything about my story nor I his. We live hundreds of miles apart. Even if we lived next door to each other, I wonder if we would hang out much. Not because he is a bad guy, but our personalities are so different I just couldn’t envision him being my bff (do you hate that acronym as much as I do?).
He called me for professional/business reasons. He made a couple of jokes. I laughed. I was loading stuff in a truck. I promised to call him back next week. He signed off with the words “I love you.” I thought “you don’t even know me.”
Is he sincere – without question. To a degree it is probably true. I think he does love me in some way. But his words didn’t move me or have any real impact because I know how easy it is to love people we don’t really know. Love is easy from a distance.
That is why I appreciate it so much when Monica, my wife, says “I love you.” She knows me. She knows my weaknesses, my flaws, my failures. She has to daily tolerate my idiosyncrasies and annoying habits. She has watched me grow over the past 30 years – and I mean grow from 145 lbs to 190 lbs. She knows that I’m not all that. So when she says “I love you” it really means something to me.
When my brothers in sisters in Christ I have worshipped with the past 7 1/2 years say, “I love you” it means something. Like my wife, though not to the same degree, they have come to know what is wrong with me as well as what is right with me. When one of them hugs me, smiles and says “I love you” (the guys usually have to say “love ya man” with a couple of closed fisted pounds to the back and a non-lingering hug) it matters to me.
It is easy to love the homeless a thousand miles away who only come as close as a glossy magazine photo. It is much harder to love the man who stands in my path reeking of alcohol and demanding I hand over some of my hard-earned money which I know he will undoubtedly use for more drink.
It is easy to love the African orphans on late night TV. It is much more difficult to love the kid dressed in black, with metal studs poking out of every body part staring at me with the look that says “I dare you to say something.”
I’ve noticed that people tend to speak with more admiration and respect for people they know from a distance and have a much more difficult time doing the same for those they rub elbows with every day. I guess this also explains why people only achieve “saint status” after they are dead.
It is only by the grace of God and the working of His Spirit that we can really learn to love as we ought to love.
God has no such trouble. God is love. Everything He does flows from His nature and His nature is love. So God’s justice is loving justice. God’s grace is loving grace. God’s providence is loving providence.
The most amazing thing of all is that God loves me. God knows me better than anyone. He sees not just what I do, but he sees the twisted an skewed motives that often drive me. He hears what I say, not just with my lips, but with my heart – and often it isn’t good, kind, or right. The attitudes, thoughts, lusts, fears and hang-ups that would drive almost anyone away, God knows – and still God loves.
I don’t doubt God’s love. Not because I am all that lovable, but because he has demonstrated his love for me. He made a way of redemption. He gave. He gave His very best. Even when my face was turned away from Him. Even when I denied Him. Even when I cursed His name. He loved. He came in Jesus Christ. He turned me back. He is carrying me home.
He knows me. And yet he says “I love you.”
Now that means something.
He says the same to you as well.