Thoughts on the Love of Christ

The Lord, my God, is perfect. He has always been perfect, and in his perfection, planned out my life long ago to fit in with his perfect plan. He loves me with indescribable mercy, and so because of that sent the only person who could save me to be willingly murdered so that I could be in His favor during my life, and in His presence at my death. His son, who was killed because of my selfishness loves me more than any human ever will, and is a mediator between me with my selfishness, and God, who is the perfect judge. He has taken my ugly horrific burden of all my best efforts, and he has thrown it away, and His perfection stands between God and my ugliness. He has always seen me, knows more about me than I do, and knows all the horrific things I have done and will do. He has heard every ungrateful, hurtful angry thought I have ever had towards him, my perfect savior, and all of the thoughts directed at all of the other creations his father has made. He knows the most disgusting thoughts I've ever entertained, whether I put them into practice or not, and he has the most perfect standard to compare them to: himself. If there is a way we could be more lowly and rotten in His sight, it escapes my comprehension. Yet, we have only to cry out, we have only to recognize our wretchedness, and we look up to see his loving countenance filled with happiness that we have, at long last accepted the garment of white he now drapes around our shoulders. It has been a long, hard battle, we admit, but thankfully we finally lost. We lost our pride in ourselves, we lost the baggage we have been carrying around, sure we would need it. We lost our love of this world, and the built-up self-image we have carefully cultivated. We have lost everything we clung to, and God has replaced those rags with his perfection.