This post was originally written on 10.22.2008. I decided to bring it back because it’s so fitting to where I’ve been recently.
Imagine a scandalous love affair. One where a woman, unsatisfied with her husband’s provision and care, turns to a stranger to find the passion that seems to not exist in the promise made between her and her groom. The stranger enters her life, promising passion, affection, and desire. She opens the door of her heart to him, and he walks in offering her hope.
She also opens the door of her husband’s heart to him, and as he walks in, he carries with him an arsenal of weapons. He destroys everything. He ravages the innermost fabric of the husband, leaving him broken, shattered, and lost.
Who opened the door?
Every single day.
When God whispers to me, “Return to me. I’ve paid the price for your freedom.”
I open the door to that scandalous love affair when I forget my God.
When I put my own desires, pleasures, and needs in front of Him.
When I love myself more than I love Him.
When I ignore His children. . . the weak,
I break the heart of God. And I crucify the God-Man over and over again.
Because He died for the weak, the poor, and the broken. And when I, the Christ-follower, forget those whom He died for, I nail Him to the cross again,
with my own hands.
I break His heart when I seek fulfillment in secret evil pleasures like porn,
I break His heart when I long to connect with friends and family
more than I long to connect with Him.
I break His heart when my hobbies (books,
replace His love for me.
I open the door to strangers and let them tear apart my true Love’s heart.
Is it not sufficient? Is His love not enough? Or must I find something else to satisfy? Must I elevate the gift above the giver? Will I find fulfillment in knowing more about a flower or in getting to know the gardener? Can I fall in love with the uplifting and encouraging words of a woman, or can the woman herself suffice?
Is the love of God more captivating than the Lover-God?
When the woman returns to her husband, he has lost no love for her, and he reaches to her with outstretched arms because he still wants her. Because he still loves her.
Because He still wants me. Because He still loves me.