The first text message rang in shortly after I had crawled into bed. It was my friend Caleb who is currently living in Florida while attending Bible College. “Have you ever thought about the fact that you have treated Jesus Christ worse than anybody else you know? I’ve known that, but it really just sunk it. I’m a turd.”
The reality of his message far outweighed the humor in his self-accusing closing sentence. I thought on what he said for a few minutes before I responded. “Yeah, that thought has in fact crossed my mind before.” Truth be told, just days ago I was driving in my car replaying memories of different times in my life. I remember telling myself that I’m the worst sinner I’ve ever known.
Caleb responded to my text a couple of minutes later. “Ya, I’ve been kissin’ some carpet tonight. That One so holy should talk to dirt. Crazy.”
I smiled, recalling to my mind what David said in Psalm 103:14. “Amen. I’m just amazed He listens, much more He talks to me.”
The conversation ended with an “amen” from Caleb.
Isn’t it amazing that the God who created every square inch of
this universe, this galaxy, everything that exists is ever-listening to our most pitiful cries. He hears each one of our petitions. He feels every heartbreak as if it were His very own. And if that isn’t enough already, He talks to us. He responds to our selfish whining; He whispers His love to us when we feel like we’ve hit rock bottom; He speaks peace to the storms that molest our lives.
Does it not blow your mind that He loves you? Can you really understand what drove Him to Calvary? Can you even comprehend what He went through? for what… some dust? That’s all we are. We’re a pile of dirt. Nothing more than what you use a rag to clean off of your bookshelves and picture frames.
That’s amazing to me. I’m amazed! I’m nothing. Yet He loves me. I’m nothing. Yet He died for me. I’m nothing. Yet He listens to me when I speak. He hears me, and He speaks back to me. I’m nothing. Yet He planned out a glorious future for me. He planned out everything from the beginning to the end of it all.
He wrote a book long ago and titled it Heather Joy. He is the preface. He is the conclusion. And He is the main point of every chapter contained within that’s actually worth reading. All the stuff that’s not worth your reading is what He died for. He is the glue that holds my binding together. He is the front and back covers that keeps me protected from the abuse of the world. He is the pages that sustains the volume of my book. He is the ink that makes it all possible.
He is the Author and the Finisher of my life. What a gracious and merciful Father. I’m so thankful that He remembers that I am but dust, and has mercy on me. I am nothing. He is Everything.
Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits:
Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;
Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
The LORD executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed.
He made known his ways unto Moses, his acts unto the children of Israel.
The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy.
He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever.
He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.
~ Psalm 103:1-14