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UNDERSTANDING GOD'S UNCONDITIONAL LOVE


A few weeks ago, I happened to be very busy and had to keep a friend waiting for a protracted period of time. In my opinion though, he didn’t have to wait. He could have left then and returned when I notified him that I was free, or he could simply have excused himself on the premise of his busy schedule. I really didn’t feel deserving of his spending as much as 2-3 hours waiting for me (it was literally ‘peppering my body’).
So when I was finally through with what I was doing, I said something along these lines: ‘How can I repay you? What would I have to pay for this?’ And he looked at me, a little stunned; after which ‘understanding’ dawned on him.
Then he said something that struck a chord in me: ‘You see, this is why it’s hard for people to accept God’s unconditional love.’ That was a lesson that stayed with me for days, even weeks and because we had discussed God’s love on a previous occasion I could see that God was systematically educating me on embracing his perfect love and letting go of every subconscious thought that somehow, I would have to pay back!
This is a little difficult for me- since I believe in the law of cause and effect; sowing and reaping (and proportionately at that).
So of course when I pose the questions which I’m about to, you would understand that it comes from a place of deep experience.
How much of God’s unconditional love have we embraced?
How much of his love and joy have we chosen to practically experience?
1Cor. 13:8- Love never fails
Because when all ceases, love is all that we’ll have. And regardless of whatever else we have, love is the most constant.

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