this is only a journal.

wickedness. however it started, it becomes an endless cycle of pain, sin, lust, anger, frustration, and more pain, and more sin. all these are small partakers in death, representative of death, leading to death's door. it baffles me that God finds all persons pitiable even when theyre are filled to the brim with wickedness. it doesn't matter how small or how grand the offense, God took care of their payment for sin so that he could enjoy the company of that one child, so that he could take care of them, and wipe away their tears, and love them.

we are never too ugly for God. he is our creator and he knows how we ought to be and what we were created for. we are always redeemable to him, in this life. time has run out when he shuts the door on it. he surrenders us over to the death we were living for. we don't begin to understand the grief God feels at losing a child to death, eternal death. never again will he share a moment of quiet with them, a moment of beauty. he spent a lifetime (their lifetime) wooing them in as he saw fit, and they never bit the line. he created them creatures separate from himself, and as such, ones who could think they were greater than him, smarter, better, and ones who could think they didn't need, want, or like him.

the rejection of our God is sometimes played out to make him seem pathetic. as if he were the lost little boy looking for his mother shouting, "love me! love me!" quite the contrary. what kind of God is he to cry out to us "love me! love me!" and yet not be destroyed by the rejection of each living human being that has ever existed? we can hardly stand the rejection of a person we've just met on the dance floor; the rejection of parents embitters and cripples us for a lifetime; will you dare to laugh in God's face and require him to buck up at the rejection of all of his fearfully and wonderfully made children? if you do, you don't understand his love.

a god who loves this much and is so much is not a pathetic god. the greater the Lover the better the love.