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Unconditional Love 

For days and days upon end I pondered the meaning of unconditional love. I asked if we as humans can truly understand exactly what this means? If so, what does it look like? And, if we recognize it are we offering it freely and to whom? I thought purposefully of human examples that reflected this and when and how Jesus reflected this in His relationships while here on earth. 

After spending time in silence on the hour-long car rides to and from work talking to God, asking Him all these same questions. I was still more than I ever had in my life sitting in the silence waiting to hear God’s voice. No answer came, no voice was heard. Watching the God’s Not Dead movie trilogy only further escalated my pondering to dig deeper. Then while filing at work, not thinking on this question at all, and with a clear mind God revealed the answer.  

Unconditional love is the love that leads individuals into a personal relationship with Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. It does not consider the risk of loss or harm to oneself, it does not concern itself with losing property or other items, it’s not concerned with where you will end up this side of heaven or who you will leave behind, and it’s the willingness to lay down one’s life just as Jesus did. To our human eyes this might look reckless, but since we know whose we are and where we are going we’re called to offer it freely. With unconditional love there’s always a pathway open to return to the loving arms of Jesus Christ. 

Wings Over The Mountains of Life

The Father 

After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church’s pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and before he gave his sermon for the evening, briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service that evening. In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service. With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak.

“A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific coast,” he began, “when a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized.”

The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story.

The aged minister continued with his story, “grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life: to which boy he would throw the other end of the life line. He only had seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son was a Christian and he also knew that his son’s friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out, ‘I love you, son!’ he threw out the life line to his son’s friend.

By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered.”

By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old minister’s mouth. “The father,” he continued, “knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son’s friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son to save the son’s friend.

How great is the love of God that he should do the same for us. Our heavenly Father sacrificed his only begotten Son that we could be saved. I urge you to accept His offer to rescue you and take a hold of the life line He is throwing out to you in this service.”

With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. The pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one responded to the appeal.

Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man’s side. “That was a nice story,” politely stated one of the boys, “but I don’t think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son’s life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian.”

“Well, you’ve got a point there,” the old man replied, glancing down at his worn bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, he once again looked up at the boys and said, “it sure isn’t very realistic, is it? But I’m standing here today to tell you that story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up his son for me.

You see —

I was that father and your pastor is my son’s friend.”

~Author Unknown~

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