Perspective (aka "God's Tears")

As I re-read my blog from yesterday I realized I left out one major and important thought in all my ravings. As I dealt with all the various forms of rejection in my life I began to wonder how God could possibly know how I felt. The Bible says Jesus endured all the same temptations that all people suffer, but this isn't exactly temptation. Then I realized that God has had to face more rejection than I could ever experience.

He loves people far more than I ever can because His heart is pure and He created us because He wanted to share that love. He wants to know people through relationships with them, and He even went to the extreme of letting His Son die as the punishment for a judgment measured out on all humans, me included. To die for us... what greater love?

And He asks us to return that love and be in a relationship with Him. Yet, a great chunk of humanity has rejected that offer. So many people misunderstand who God is and reject His offers of eternal love and guidance. And even though I don't know whether or not God actually cries, I think He does. He reaches out to us and we turn up our noses to His offer thinking we have something better already, and as we turn to walk away tears begin to slide down His face - over each person.

And then, for those of us who do accept His offer of relationship, there are still times when He asks us to do something and we get all defiant and do things our own way. (It is funny how we think we can ask God for anything, but never have Him ask us anything in return... aren't relationships give and take?) He has to suffer through those rejections as well. Sounds an awful lot like being rejected by family...

So, I decided that being rejected by family or friends or whomever isn't as bad as what God has to face. And He just keeps on loving people, without conditions or strings attached. He craves our presence. So crazy how easily we ignore it.

Crazy how I think I have it bad when a few people reject me.

Crazy how much God loves me and accepts me no matter how much I screw up or complain.

Crazy how when I see rejection in this light, my pain doesn't really mean anything anymore...

Forgive me, God, for not understanding. Forgive me for complaining. Please heal my hurts - however insignificant they now seem. Thank you for accepting me and loving me. I love you too.