We all slip up from time to time. Sometimes it's a deliberate act, often it's just a result of letting our guard down. We get lost in a moment of anger or passion or fear or just plain thoughtlessness. Before we know it, our promises are broken. And even if there was no one else there to see what we did, that doesn't change the fact that we failed.
And as you go a little further into your guilt trip, you realise that even if you thought no one saw you, there is actually Someone who sees everything. And, inconveniently, that someone isn't just as flawed as you, enabling you to appeal to their equal fear of guilt and therefore beg them to see you less harshly. Instead, that Someone is actually perfect and never breaks their promises. It's even worse than flunking a science test and being caught by Stephen Hawking.
I was meant to be writing about Valentine's Day. I guess, in a way, that I am. Because even though God, who is perfect and never makes mistakes, sees us and every little crack and stumble of failure, he chooses to forgive us. Not just by an act of saying "Oh well, never mind then," but by taking all our guilt and broken promises upon himself and suffering the punishment in our place. The world throws all sorts of ideas at us about what love means, but I think they'd be hard pushed to find a better definition than that.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
(John 3:16)
"Man knows no greater love than this: that he lay down his life for his friends."
(John 15:13)
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