To Write the Love of God Above...

“When Jesus knew that His hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.”
- John 13:1

We just got done celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. Where death was defeated once and for all. The biggest plot twist of all time. Often leading up to this day of celebration, we read back through a Gospel about Jesus' last days. I've been praying for fresh eyes to read the same stories I've read for years. That the power of Jesus' resurrection—the power that is in US, as Christians—would reveal what God wanted me to see, and walk in.
A mantle of gratitude settled over me as I reread and underlined that verse in John. It swelled as I kept reading through the next few chapters. Columns of rows of words chronicling Jesus' last steps into death, burial—and then that blessed resurrection day.

Jesus loved in word and deed up to the end. How should we then live, if called to be imitators of Christ, who was fully God at the same time as being fully man? Just think. He washed Judas Iscariot's feet the night He'd be betrayed. He washed Peter's feet, who would deny Him three separate times. He washed Doubting Thomas' feet. He was their teacher and leader, they were His disciples, yet Jesus made Himself nothing—and it was everything.
Jesus was fully man, His entire life—including this night of the Last Supper where He washed His disciples' feet. He experienced rejection, loneliness—the heartbreak that imperfect humans can deal each other a hot second after professing their devotion.
And yet He still loved unconditionally. And forgave.
How should we then live?
When the love of God is so deep, wide, and powerful that words continually fail. 
I'm a words girl. I hate floundering for the right words. Especially in conversation. In writing, even.
In relationship.
When you care so much for another person that your heart aches to encourage them and just bless them—but you're only human, always still learning, failing, imperfect.
But for God's unfailing love. To write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry, as an old hymn goes.
So how should we then live? Look at Jesus' life. He made Himself nothing. He said the first shall be last. He made others a priority. He listened well and long. Even knowing full well how these people would wound and turn on Him in the end. We have His example, detailed so well in Scripture—plus the Holy Spirit to
That is fearless love. It's a love I want to grow in, regardless of how eloquent or succinct the words come out. May we all walk tall and sure in the power of the resurrection, the power Christ gives us to love one another well—however that looks like in our day to day.
This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from y Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, He may give it to you. These things I command you, so that you will love one another.
John 15:12-17

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.

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