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Explain something to me will you ?
Here’s this lady. She’s pregnant. For nine months the little rascal makes her life miserable. At first she can’t eat anything because her body is saying, “There’s something foreign here.” So she throws up and throws up and … well, I’ll spare you the details.
Later, the little guy refuses to let her sleep. She turns on her right side and he kicks her. His majesty is not pleased to be on that side. So, she turns to the left side and he stretches way out in her stomach and suddenly her back hurts and she’s having to run for the bathroom.
It gets worse.
She may even lose a tooth because he’s down there in her stomach, sucking up all her vitamins. She’s so hungry at the last that she can eat wallpaper if you add a little salt. By the ninth month, you better stay out of her way. She’s dangerous. Don’t say it, sir. You’ll regret it.
Then, the little guy enters the world in a moment of excruciating pain for his mother.
And now you see her with that little one in her arms. He isn’t even pretty. No hair, no teeth. All red and wrinkled. Crying all the time. “Look at that will you George? He’s the spitting image of his daddy!”
But, I tell you, if you try to hurt that baby you better be ready to fight a mama grizzly bear (You thought I was going to make a political statement with my title. Made you look!)
She’d die before she let you hurt that little one.
All he’s ever done to this point is hurt her. And it doesn’t get better. Now, he wakes her up two or three times a night to eat, burp, or whatever. She waits on him like a slave. A bit later she might get a little smile and a coo for payment, but at first there’s nothing.
Why does she love him so? There is no logical reason.
It’s something in her that loves the baby, even before she’s seen him. God placed something in mamas that echoes something in His heart.
I’ve often wondered why or how God could love me. I’m about as useful to him as an unborn baby kicking his mama’s side from the inside. But, for some reason there’s something in God that loves me—and you.
His grace isn’t logical, nor is his love. It’s there, nonetheless, beating with that big heart of his. He loves us. He favors us (grace). He’s for us.
There’s no explainable reason. His grace and his love for us is something that starts in Him, and doesn’t come because of what we are. It’s because of who he is.
Because Of Who He Is
“ Do this because you are a people set apart as holy to God, your God. God, your God, chose you out of all the people on Earth for himself as a cherished, personal treasure.
God wasn’t attracted to you and didn’t choose you because you were big and important—the fact is, there was almost nothing to you. He did it out of sheer love, keeping the promise he made to your ancestors. God stepped in and mightily bought you back out of that world of slavery, freed you from the iron grip of Pharaoh king of Egypt. Know this: God, your God, is God indeed, a God you can depend upon. He keeps his covenant of loyal love with those who love him and observe his commandments for a thousand generations. But he also pays back those who hate him, pays them the wages of death; he isn’t slow to pay them off—those who hate him, he pays right on time.” (from Deuteronomy 7, The Message)
But just doing your job in an average way — in this integrated and automated global economy — will lead to below-average wages. Sadly, average is over. We’re in the age of “extra,” and everyone has to figure out what extra they can add to their work to justify being paid more than a computer, a Chinese worker or a day laborer.”
— Thomas Friedman in the New York Times