TITLE: Love that Surpasses Knowledge*
By Betsy Markman
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Love that Surpasses Knowledge*
"Look at what you just did! Thatís the last straw. How could God possibly love you?" The old familiar doubt slithers its way into my soul.
ďGod says He loves me,Ē I respond with a sigh. ďThat should be enough for me.Ē My inner voice sounds weary. Iíve fought this battle many times.
"Yes, but you still doubt, donít you?" The Accuser switches tactics. "Doubting God is the same as calling Him a liar. Thatís bad enough all by itself to make Him turn His back on you. Itís exactly what you deserve!"
I know I shouldnít let Satanís lies get under my skin, but sometimes I do. Sometimes the voice of the enemy sounds more real to me than the gentle words of my Savior. Thatís because sin is more than just a decision on my part. Itís more than willful disobedience. Sin is a cancer that I was born with. It blinds my spiritual eyes and plugs my spiritual ears. It warps everything I am and everything I do. This basic sinfulness, this ďdepravity,Ē is the source from which all of my individual sins flow. Like the old saying goes, Iím not a sinner because I sin. I sin because Iím a sinner. Itís what I do.
Godís holy eyes probe all the way down into the twistedness of my soul. And yet He loves me anyway.
I know that because I know that Christ didnít die for a checklist of individual sins. He died for me, a blind, deaf, sin-cancer suffering creature. He entered Satanís marketplace, Death, and purchased my depraved heart, knowing full well what sorts of sin would erupt from it.
If Christ faced the most hideous fiends of Hell in order to purchase a fountain of wickedness, can its flow frighten Him away? Having conquered Death and Hades, will the Lion of Judah be confounded by my iniquities? Did the Omnipotent One take on more than He could handle when He chose me?
Which of my sins could possibly be greater than Godís love?
The enemy senses the warmth filling my heart, and he creeps away with a hiss of venomous hatred. Heíll come back again, I know.
When he does, heíll find me resting in Godís arms.
ďÖ And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledgeÖĒ
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