Why does a mother love her newborn? Because the baby is hers? Even more. Because the baby is her! Her flesh. Her blood. Her hope. Her legacy. It doesn’t bother her that the baby gives nothing. She knows a newborn is helpless and weak. She knows babies don’t ask to come into this world.
And God knows we didn’t either. We are his idea. We are his. His face. His hands. His eyes. His touch. Look deeply into the face of every human being on earth, and you will see his likeness. Though some may appear to be distant relatives, they’re not. We are, incredibly, the body of Christ. And though we may not act like our Father, there’s no greater truth than this: We are his. Unalterably, He loves us. Undyingly. And nothing can separate us from the love of Christ!
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