Love has no defences. You only know it is love when it hurts.
The glory of GOD. We want it, we pray for it, we seek it. But do we find it? Where do we look?
We pray, ‘GOD, let YOUR glory rest here’ ‘we want YOUR glory to be in this place, situation…’
We want things ‘for YOUR glory’. But do we really know what we’re asking for? Do we understand that the what the glory is?
When JESUS asked for GOD to give HIM the glory so that the world could see it, HE was crucified. Is the Glory the pain? The suffering? The anguish of brokenness?
When we sit and look at someone on their deathbed do we see the broken image of CHRIST? The Glory of GOD?
They took HIS life, but they also broke HIM. We broke HIM. All so we could live in HIS glory. Is the moment of lonely agony, when the wind is like a howling empty darkness the true glory of GOD?
Is the glory of GOD revealed in the broken? In the boy with the guitar and special needs? In the old woman who can’t remember her child, let alone her own name, and her memories are long past? When do we cry out for CHRIST to join us? In our suffering, our brokenness, our pain.
When we loose our culture’s dignity and ‘humiliate’ ourselves, do we not get closer to the truth of CHRIST?
GOD is love. It’s not that HE can love, it’s that HE IS love. It is every bit of care, kindness, passion, desire that we could imagine. More even.
If love is CHRIST, and to glorify CHRIST we come unto death and pain, sacrifice and separation, then the glory is found in places we least expect. In the brokenness of the widower’s heart. In the seemed blankness of the stroke. In the stammer of the abused. There, in CHRIST’s brokenness, HE is glorified, non?
I don’t explain it well.