Acceptance Taken, Cherished, Now Given

Do you sometimes wonder if someone thinks you are strange? Do you ever do something that makes you wonder whether people like you, or not? Or perhaps you do something else to make sure they will?

The labyrinth of etiquette and social acceptability is perhaps the most confusing and complex thing there is to be found in society today, and that is apparent with the rate at which people, like you and I, seem to take their lives, because of that lack of acceptance. But think of the advantage that we actually have. The Creator of our universe thought of all the possible children your parents could have. The artists painting and sculpting pieces that could last for centuries, the astronauts reaching for the highest of heights and exploring His beautiful universe, the musicians composing and playing extravagant ballads that could bring kings to tears. God thought about whom He wanted most in His world and the answer was you!

We are accepted by God. Not the president; not some celebrity; not any kind of role model you may look up to here on earth. No! Not any of them. You are accepted and loved by the One who shaped them all in their mothers’ wombs. The One who brought those men and women to glory, be it great or small, and can take that glory away whenever He chooses. Perhaps you love the way your role model makes people smile – the One who loves you more than you could ever imagine invented your smile. And if He accepts you, then who else do you need?

My mind goes to one being, in particular. Someone to share this with! Romans 15:7 is a good verse to illustrate this idea, as it says, “Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.” (NIV)

How amazing it is to know that God wants to use us? God wants to use you. Imagine wandering that maze again, walking around finding dead end after dead end just waiting for this maze to break you again. We weren’t made for that. We were made to be loved and to know we are loved. You can be the one to help someone break down their walls and find the love only God can deliver. He sent his Son to die; to live an unfortunate life and then die a terrible death!

“Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners of whom I am the worst.” (1 Timothy 1:15 NIV)

We can never deserve the sacrifice we have received. We are sinners, we have been sinners, and we will carry on sinning. There is not a single thing we can do to make ourselves worthy of perfection. God loves us, the sinners and the imperfect people, who technically should be sent to hell. God loved us so much that He sent His son, His perfect son! We know how much a father can love a son. We have seen the things that fathers do for their sons, but that is a tainted version of love. That powerful and unbendable love that a good father has for his son, it’s nothing compared to what God, the Creator of love, can feel. Yet, He presented His only Son – willingly – to those sinners, who kicked the very dirt He used to shaped us into His face as furiously as they could.

The truth is, we cannot understand God’s love for us. I cannot even understand why He loves us. We do not deserve it in the slightest. But nevertheless, God chooses to love us. And the thought that He has that kind of love waiting for someone who doesn’t think He is real, the thought that He is crying out in tears as He watches them hurdle themselves towards the cliff’s edge, does not sit well with me.

God saved me. He loves me more than anyone ever has, and He loves others just as much. I could be the one to point them towards that love! I have a responsibility. I have a job. I need to love people who hate me. I need to take whatever they throw at me and throw nothing but kindness back, because I have received something amazing. I have received the greatest gift ever given.

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