Sometimes love means dying.

Unless of course you are God, then thats what the words
always implying.
You see, we ask the question: How could God create us, knowing some would be
damned?
But, refuse to ask: if God knew He would have to die to save just a few,
Why did He even bother to create man?
Man, thats because that is loves masterplan.
Love doesnt make wagers and it doesnt stack the deck.
Love doesnt wait for you to show your hand before it places its bet.
Because we all have a tell that reveals our cards arent enough.
So when we go all in, we are always playing for bluff.
But God cordially folds and gives us the pots.
Love doesnt make if then statements.
Like if you love me, then Ill love you, as if our relationship was an arrangement.
Because saying that God first loved us isnt just true, it is an understatement.
Saying God first loved us is like saying the pluck of a string preceded its note.
When in fact, if God had not loved us first, there would be no such thing as music or
string or tone.
Gods love isnt kinetic, as if He was moving, bumped into us and we began to roll.
Gods love is creative and formed something that loves Him out of nothing.
So that that something out of nothing may nothing else extol.
Then why do we call it hate, when the One who creates chooses some souls to save,
instead of giving justice to all?
I think its a case of misunderstood grace that thinks even one deserves to be called.
For we all have fallen short and have earned our place in the only court that is fully just
to proclaim one sentence: guilty, condemned beyond the possibility of penance.
But imagine, if the judge let off just one, who was just as guilty as everyone else and this
one wicked person got to enter heaven while the rest of us were sentenced to hell.
Well, that wouldnt be grace and that wouldnt be justice.
And anyone who would leave even one sin unpunished could not be God Almighty, the
holy holder of justice.
For pardoning a guilty criminal in court isnt considered loving or kind, its considered
madness.
And yet this judge does say our innocence is restored.
This God does say our penalty has been absorbed.
This courtroom adjudicator, this tribunal conciliator, knowing the guilt of each and every
incriminator that steps into His judiciary chamber, says to criminals: Not guilty, well
done, come and enter.
Then wouldnt the crowd accuse this legal chancellor of incompetence, for giving justice
to most and offering even one guilty party forgiveness.
Dont we hold our earthly judges to higher standards than this?
If a convicted murderer who is not only guilty of atrocities but confessed them, was then
pardoned by a judge, would we not call that corruption?
Then, why are we offended when justice is uplifted but were not when unearned pardon
is extended?
You see, hells not the scandal, grace is.
Sins not the vandal, grace is.

Evils not offensive, grace is.

Punishment is not outrageous, grace is.
And the only reason why this love and grace doesnt rim the fabric of time and space is
because the justice we deserved didnt disappear but was fully given to another who
stood in our place.
Sometimes love means dying. Unless of course you are Jesus, then thats what the word
is always implying.