It Had To Be
To the believer, seeker, and the skeptic, it had to be. Let me tell you what I mean. His heart was hard toward any emotions. His inner walls, ones that stand in the heart, were brick, maybe even steel. The lie that to be a man means to feel no emotions was broken when the Savior's eyes met his. When the Savior was known to be not only Someone Who is mighty in strength, but one who also weeps with the weeping, his walls came crashing down. Now a hurting friend's grief moved him to persistent prayer as tears rolled down his face. Limitless love for his friends meant saying no to the voice of pride that says to be feel is to be weak. It had to be God. Now, in his heart, there was agape that risks and makes him free to love without limits because His Savior did so first. It had to be God when he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror. Shame had become his identity. He had grown up in church, learning about God all his life. What he didn't know wa...
