“I am glad that Jesus doesn’t love like you!”
These were the angry words that I sobbed into my pillow after someone close to me hurt me deeply. Immediately I heard the still small voice of the Holy Spirit ask,
“Are you glad that Jesus doesn’t love like you, Kaitlyn.”
All of my anger was suddenly gone replaced with deep conviction.
Jesus told His disciples in John 14 and 15 to love one another as He had loved them. As a follower of Jesus, my love ought to look like His. But in that moment I had to confess how far short I fall in loving others as Jesus loves Me. I am so glad that Jesus does not love like me. His love is perfect, endless and forgiving. It has no conditions. It is patient with me.
In our culture, we have a twisted view of love. We think of love as an emotion. Love is not an emotion. It is an action.
1st John 3:16 says, “By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.”
Jesus demonstrated His love for us on the cross. His death is His love poured out for us in a visible tangible form. Our love for others is not supposed to be mere emotion. We are called to love as Jesus did with our actions and our very lives.
Interestingly it seems that when we love others it sets us free to experience God’s love for us. We are the channel through which God wants to pour out His love to the world. It seems that when we close ourselves off from allowing His love to flow out of our lives we simultaneously close ourselves off from allowing His love to flow into our lives.
When we love others it sets us free to once again receive God’s love for us.
It is my desire to learn to love well. I desperately long for Jesus to fill me with Himself and love through me.
Recently I was deeply convicted by a story. A Communist in Romania was arrested and thrown into the same prison cell that held a Christian. Setting out to win the communist to Christ, the Christian served him and loved him and spoke to him about Jesus. Eventually In frustration, the communist snapped,
“I’ll give you one sentence to tell me about Jesus and then I never want to hear about Him again!”
Softly the Christian responded, “Jesus is like me.”
Immediately the communist replied, “If Jesus is like you I must know Him.”
Repenting, he gave his life to Christ.
Can we say that? Is Jesus like us?
It is the longing of my heart that rather than saying of me, “I am glad that Jesus doesn’t love like you,” people would say, “Jesus is like you and He loves like you and I am so glad that He does.”