Three very different images. Three very different stories.
But He loves them all the same.
1) My eleven-month-old. Innocent. Harmless. Completely dependent on someone else for everything he needs.
2) My friend’s fourteen-year-old. The story of how she got here is messy and beautiful. Her testimony is wonderful. Her heart is sweet and tender. She is talented and beautiful, much like her Momma.
3) I don’t know the last woman. But she reminded me of the woman I passed on the road this morning on my way to work. She was an elderly black lady, walking. She had dirt down the front of her blue dress (it might have been a gown). Her arms were crossed, like she was cold. She was walking on the side of a country road, beside a corn field. I don’t know her. I don’t know her story, her struggles, her blessings, her fears, or anything else about her. I don’t even know her name. But Abba does.
He loves them all the same.
My beloved friends, let us continue to love each other since love comes from God. Everyone who loves is born of God and experiences a relationship with God. The person who refuses to love doesn’t know the first thing about God, because God is love—so you can’t know him if you don’t love. This is how God showed his love for us: God sent his only Son into the world so we might live through him. This is the kind of love we are talking about—not that we once upon a time loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to clear away our sins and the damage they’ve done to our relationship with God. (1 John 4:7-9)