Accepting Christ’s Love


Thursday, February 28                      Luke 13:31-35
Layne and Derek Bryant

            It is amazing how growing up and having children of your own can change your perspective of your younger self.  One of us (we will not name names) spent the majority of the adolescent and teen-aged years rebelling against loving and well-intentioned parents.  They would counsel me to make better choices, discipline me for disobedience, and cry over my determination to ignore all of their guidance and advice.  Through these struggles, it became clear that they could not force me to accept their love and help – I would have to make that choice myself.   It took one infamous semester in college and a heaping dose of tough love to make me realize my own unwillingness to be loved and guided was all that stood in my way. 

               In Luke 13:31-35, we learn of Jesus’ lament over Jerusalem:  “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”  I know that my parents shared Jesus’ frustration, as would anyone who has ever loved someone deeply but been unable to protect them.  Now that we have children of our own, we can easily understand this metaphor and the heartache that Jesus must have felt.  It also makes his willingness to die for the people who would not accept his love even more amazing.

               In our busy and privileged lives, we have seemingly endless agendas, distractions, and excuses that keep us from accepting Christ’s love.  We must make the decision to not only accept his love willingly, but to respond by extending that same unconditional, nurturing love to others.

Prayer:  Dear God, thank you for offering your unconditional and persistent love for us, even when we turn away from you.

Daily Challenge:  Respond to Christ’s nurturing and protecting love for us by being patient and loving to someone else today.

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