What can we say that will fully describe our love for God? We can call Him God, but what does that really mean? Many people all over the world refer to what they worship as “god”. It is certainly a fitting title, but have you ever had that feeling that “God” simply doesn't cut it? More often than not I find myself searching. Searching for a word that will pour out the emotion that He has given me; a word that will express the love that I owe to my Creator. God. King. Savior. Redeemer. Lord. Most High. Yaweh. Jehovah. Master. Yet for all the beauty and majesty in these names, I feel still that I have not fully expressed that of which God is worthy. I suppose I am not capable of it. Oh, how I wish I were capable of it.
Though often drown out in my wretched, sinful nature that I so desire to put off, the beauty of what God is creating in me pulses though my veins, bringing an inescapable joy that cannot be expressed by words. I guess that's why I am always searching for the right ones. It can only be expressed with love returned to the God, King, Lord, Master, and Creator that loved us enough to redeem us with His perfect blood. Imagine that person that you love the most in the entire world. The one that you would give anything, do anything, be anything for. Can you, in right conscience, say that you feel the same way for God?
Friends, when we hated everything God stood for, loathing His very existence; when we tried to take from God everything we thought He had...
He gave us more than we demanded of Him. He gave us His very Son.
Yet unsatisfied, we betrayed Him, stripped Him and beat him until His flesh was was in ribbons. We nailed Him to a cross and mocked Him as if He hadn't the power to save Himself. It is here and only here that that we may view aright the true wickedness of our nature. It was this sacrifice that bought my salvation. His agony that night as I hung Him on the cross is the reason that I kneel before him and worship at His nail scared feet. Divine perfection poured out for the likes of me? There truly is no wonder, then, why I can never find the words to say. There are some times, however, that I find some deeper expressing of my love in the words of the third verse of my favorite hymn:
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, my savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
I find so often that the greatest expressions of our love for God come in the simplest of forms. Many words can be beautiful, but heart-felt gratitude is never expressed better than with a few, sincere words. Tonight, tomorrow night, and for the rest of my waking days I want to put God in His proper place as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, though I will never in this life fully comprehend what that means. All I know is that I owe Him everything. All I can say are a few, sincere words that have been repeated since the beginning of time:
“Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good. His love endures forever.” --Psalm 136:1
