Guest Post by: Johnny Brooks
Retrieved from his blog at: Pure Christianity
God is love.
I sometimes forget this, or at least lose it’s expression in my life.
I seem to get punked a lot by life. I’m not so sure I appreciate it either.
Here I am. I’m a missionary taking care of orphans and other oppressed peoples. I’m a teacher of the Faith. I am supposed to have it all together.
Yet I find myself sometimes unprepared for what life brings around.
I’ve seen it all. Death, suffering, disease, poverty, religious bigotry, hatred, you know the bad stuff. Despite that I can still be taken by surprise when someone dies.
People that I wanted to save. People that I needed to save. People that deserved to be saved.
Don’t worry about me, I can take care of my emotions. Plus I take great comfort (and even some pride) in the fact that we have been a part of the end of so many people’s lives. Not that I much like the grief and suffering, but I like being Jesus to someone that has been pushed aside as worthless.
Our Father in Heaven, He does love us. I don’t always get that. I don’t always understand His expression of that love. Yet I’m certain He loves us.
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