The Greatest Love Story of All Time

Sunday, May 17, 2015
           

          People love love. It seems that in male and female alike, it brings a thrill to our hearts. We love the story of the selfless knights who choose to rescue a damsel in distress or the woman who chooses to love a man despite his wrongdoing. We love Nicholas Sparks’ romances and cheesy Hallmark movies. We love the classics like An Affair to Remember and Casablanca. And sometimes, we even love Shakespeare’s romantic soliloquies filled with a certain desperateness to love.


            The only thing that people could possibly love more than love is being loved. Finding someone to love and someone to love one back is often the thing that one pursues most in life, and it can often feel quite fulfilling. I personally love hearing how my friends’ parents’ met, and sometimes when I tell my parents’ story, I get choruses of “aww” and “that’s so sweet.” Most little girls spend half their childhood dreaming up how their own love story will turn out. (I did, and I spent the other half in the mud.)

There comes a time, though, when we humans have to realize that our love is often (quite often, actually) insufficient. We can love with everything that we have, and it still comes up short at one time or another. We can have the most perfect ideas and expectations and the biggest, most glorious wedding one can ever dream up, but there will still be times in our so-called perfect love stories aren’t so perfect. We will sin against the ones we love; we will become angry with the ones we love; our love will fail, even if it’s just for a moment.

I know love a story that will absolutely rock your socks off.

It’s about a man.

He’s not just a man, though.

He’s God in the flesh.

He’s completely man and completely God.

He’s completely perfect; there is no flaw in Him.

His name is Jesus.

And guess what? He loves you.

He doesn’t need you; after all, He created the universe; He can do anything He wants.

And although He doesn’t need you, He wants you.

He’s God, though. He is completely holy. He requires justice.

And He loves you enough to make be that justice for you.

He died for you. He died because contrary to what the world tells you, you aren’t enough. But He became enough for you. And He didn't stay dead. By coming back to life, He conquered death. And now, you have the opportunity to dwell with Him forever. All you have to do is accept Him. Accept His love. Accept His grace. Live for Him because it is incredibly and completely worth it.

This is the greatest love story of all time, and it not just a novel; it’s all true. There is no other story quite like this, and I am so thankful that I somehow get to adopt is as my own.

Much love and God Bless,

Mary Shelley

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