Celebrating Incomprehensible Love on Father’s Day

King of endless worth,
no one could express
how much you deserve.
Though I’m weak and poor,
all I have is Yours,
every single breath!
(Heart of Worship by Matt Redman)

As a story teller and a follower of Christ, I’m always wracking my brain for an angle—some way to convey what Jesus has done for us. I plan these little stories in my head and ponder how to turn them into THE novel that will show the world the incredible love of God for us.

But none of my analogies seem to have the makings of a truly good read.

I had this idea for a scientist who invents this new species of ants. The ants can communicate—albeit rudimentarily—with the scientist, and his mutation wins him the Nobel Prize and eventually the esteemed position of President of the United States. In some strange twist of fate the Prize winning President would choose to die for his ants, and it would be this tragic loss—the President of the United States gave his life for some insects because they meant so much to him, their creator.

See, it’s silly and weird, and it just doesn’t make sense. I want to somehow drive home the insanity that the Creator Of Worlds came to die for MUCH lower beings. The example of how valuable He is vs. how insignificant we are in comparison is much like the President of the United States willfully giving up his own life to save an ant. It’s a tragedy. A grossly unfair trade.
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Tonight as I read the lyrics to “Heart of Worship” (above), I thought of another story. There’s this mighty king and he goes out into the humble villages and towns of his kingdom and chooses an heir. For reasons beyond our understanding, he chooses the worthless, one-legged drunk who never worked an honest day in his life. He brings this bum back to his castle and grooms him to one day become king. He makes this worthless miscreant his best friend and closest confidant.

But why would he do that?

For this to be a story worth reading—one with conflict and climax and all the drama we readers love–it has to have more. We want the king to secretly need something from the drunk bum. We want the drunk bum to uncover a plot against the king’s life and subsequently save the king. That’s what good stories are made of! That would make the king’s choice of heir make more sense to us sensible readers.

But it doesn’t make sense.
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It doesn’t make sense that the King of the Universe chose me. Me who has nothing to give but my broken, unfaithful heart. Then, after choosing me, He came to die for me—a common whore. And I couldn’t do a single thing to pay Him back. He spoke universes into being and created the marvelous complexities of the human body in His own image and legions of angels fall down before Him day and night worshiping Him crying “Holy, Holy, Holy is The Lord God Almighty,” and He left heaven to be crucified because He wants to be close to me.

I have no stories for this. I have no analogies that can make this unimaginable scenario make sense. I have only the response in the lyrics above, “Though I’m weak and poor, all I have is Yours, every single breath!”

I can’t find an analogy that would make you understand this great, great love. There is nothing else like it, and there never has been, and there never shall be. We are fiercely loved and desired by God. THE God. Let us fall on our knees and worship Him because He is so worthy of our worship!
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How Deep The Father’s Love For Us”

How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

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