I Could More Easily Contain

Quia Amasti Me, Fecisti Me Amabilem. (in Loving Me, You Made Me Lovable.)

This Is The God Of The Gospel Of Grace. A God Who, Out Of Love For Us, Sent The Only Son He Ever Had Wrapped In Our Skin. He Learned How To Walk, Stumbled And Fell, Cried For His Milk, Sweated Blood In The Night, Was Lashed With A Whip And Showered With Spit, Was Fixed To A Cross, And Died Whispering Forgiveness On Us All.

False Gods - The Gods Of Human Understanding - Despise Sinners, But The Father Of Jesus Loves All, No Matter What They Do. But Of Course This Is Almost Too Incredible For Us To Accept.

Define Yourself Radically As One Beloved By God. This Is The True Self. Every Other Identity Is Illusion.

I Asked For Wonder, And He Gave It To Me.