faithful: loyal, constant, staunch, steadfast, resolute
Consider the faithful love of the Lord. Consider our falling, our failing, our utter inability to live by faith, but for the blood of Jesus. But for the sacrifice of the son of God. But for the Holy Spirit alive in us.
The faithful love of the Lord saw that we needed a Savior. Before the foundation of the earth, before he formed man out of the dust and breathed his own spirit into his nostrils. Before the betrayal, the mistrust and disobedience, the Lord saw it all. But still he made the creatures who would turn their backs on him and walk away from paradise.
The faithful love of the Lord entrusted his world to those who would betray him.
Faithful love watched the world unravel. Cain killing his brother, and men nowhere calling on God. Men living as if they didn’t need their Creator, forgetting who gave them life, who sustained them moment by moment. The faithful love of the Lord patiently waited.
Faithful love watched and waited while the world disappeared under a deluge. An ark holding eight survivors floated above the dead. Faithful love restored the earth, sent back the dove with an olive branch, and put a rainbow of promise in the sky.
Faithful love sees corruption from beginning to end, hearts bent on rebellion. In spite of the choosing, in spite of the covenant and the promises, we turn away. Even after the rescuing, the preservation from destruction and death, we cross our arms, shake our fists, and deny the goodness of our God.
Even after calling him Lord, swearing allegiance, submitting to the baptism. Even after leaping out of seats and running to the altar. Even after raised hands in worship and adoration, we deny the most High God, our Creator.
We spit in his face and throw it all away, again and again. We choose the darkness and trip all over ourselves, wallow in our own vomit, choke on our rebellion. Faithful love saw it all, and still he died, gave his life to save us. Still he comes to our rescue all over again. Such is the faithful love of the Lord.
In his faithful love, he promises to rebuild us, to repair what we have torn with our own two hands. He cleans our filthy wounds encrusted with the blood guilt of our waywardness. He gives us back our dead, restores what the moth has eaten. He transforms our dry deserts into fruitful gardens. He breaks our chains, clothes us, and calls us his own. He brings us home and fills our hungry souls with what is good.
This is the faithful love of our Lord.
Inspired by Psalm 136