Questions

In a house with a three year old boy, the question that you would expect to hear all the time is, “Why?” But lately it seems that the question that I hear all of the time is, “Who gave me this?” Riley wants to know who gave him everything that is in his room. We have tried to figure out his motive for this odd question, and the optimist in me wants to say that he asks this question because he is grateful for all of these things. But the thought has crossed my mind that he may be trying to figure out who loves him the most by who has given him the most. I may never know the truth, but it did make me think.

When we look at life and all of the pain that comes with living in a fallen world why is it that the question that we ask most is, “Why?” Don’t we tend to overlook the good things in life, taking them for granted while we concentrate on the bad things? We overlook 10 miles of smooth pavement to complain about one pothole. Now I am not suggesting that we should overlook the bad times, but maybe we should be more grateful for the good times.

When we start asking, “God who gave me this: day, breath, house, job, health, spouse, child…” don’t we start to realize who loves us the most? God, who gave me this hope? God, who gave me forgiveness? God, who gave me salvation? God, who gave me purpose? God gave us everything, how can we doubt that He loves us?

I can’t understand why God loves us and I sure can’t explain it, but I can testify to His love. No matter how bad we are, no matter how good we are, if we are in church every day or wandering away. God loves us; He loves us as much as he can in spite of us. Even when we reject Him, He still loves us. And we know that He loves us because He proved it.

God loves us more that we can comprehend. On this journey of life maybe we should try to ask “Why?” less and “Who gave me this?” more.

My Jesus I Love Thee

By: William Featherston

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now