him and me

This evening, as I finished my last bite of yogurt (dinner, after a feast of a lunch), the question arose from me to me, “How is it that I can live such a charmed life and my Savior, who was so tortured that he was revolting to look upon, lived a life of sorrow and haunting rejection?” Lately, I’ve been faced with the ever-solidifying concreteness of who I am and who God is. This is growing in the heart knowledge of the gospel, I suppose. I really am a wretch; he really is lovely beyond description. I am full of contradictions; his integrity is wondrously perplexing. His tenderness secures my hearts deepest affection. His bold endurance leaves me assured that I am loved by my brother, the Son of God. He set his hope on me and stayed on the cross. I stay my heart on his victory and know that my hope in him will never be disappointed.