“But God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”
— Romans 5:8
Have you ever stopped to consider just what God thinks about you? Have you ever considered how God feels about you personally? Today while reading, I ran across an interesting illustration that I believe can answer these questions for you.
The classic MG moved briskly through the afternoon traffic. The driver enjoyed the quick response of the small, high powered convertible. After driving her station wagon, this little red car was rather like taking her boots off and putting on sneakers.
Driving along with the wind in her hair, she tried to look casual and at ease, but inside she was a bit tense since she didn’t often drive this car—her husband’s pride and joy. She saw only a blur of color out of the corner of her eye. Before she could consciously consider her actions, she swerved to miss the small boy on the bicycle and veered into the side of a large gray pickup truck. The car stopped with a deafening “ker-thunk.” For a second there was the tinkle of falling glass, then all was very still for what seemed like a long time. “Hey, lady. You ok?” Strong arms lifted her from the vehicle and helped her to the curb. “I’m fine,” she said, “just let me sit here for a moment.”
All she could think was, “I’m fine now, but Jim’s going to kill me when I get home.” As she waited for the police to arrive, she recalled how excited he was when he found this car. He had wanted one ever since he was a boy. This one was a rare treasure, and he had spent countless Saturdays fixing and polishing it. He knew every bolt and spot of chrome.
It wasn’t really his wrath she feared—he was actually a gentle and loving husband. But she dreaded the hurt and anguish she would see in his face when he heard the news. That, for her, would be worse that if he were to get angry and yell. “Thank God, I’m not hurt,” she thought, “but I sure am worried about telling Jim.”
Her head was bent down and she saw the highly polished boots stop at her feet, “May I see your driver’s license and insurance papers, miss?” The officer felt sorry for her. He thought, “What a great little car that was.”
She walked to the car, got her purse, and grabbed the insurance packet from the glove compartment. She gave the officer her license and opened the plastic package that contained the insurance papers. To her surprise, there on top of all the documents was a white envelope with her name on it.
She opened it and began to read, “Dear Beth, If you are reading this, you have probably been in an accident. Don’t worry. I pray that you are all right, and just remember it’s you that I love. Jim”
The cross is God’s statement, “Regardless of how you may have wrecked your life, remember, it’s you that I love.”