Why did He do it?

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He splashed orange in the sunrise
and cast the sky in blue.
And if you love to see geese as they gather,
chances are you’ll see that too.

Did he have make the squirrel’s tail furry?
Was he obliged to make the birds sing?
And the funny way that chickens scurry
or the majesty of thunder when it rings?

Why give a flower fragrance.
Why give food its taste?
Could it be he loves to see
that look upon your face?

–Max Lucado
He Chose the Nails

Photo: Kevin Fleming

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No whiff of negotiation

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Grace is created by God and given to man . . . On the basis of this point alone, Christianity is set apart from any other religion in the world . . .

Every other approach to God
is a bartering system;
if I do this God will do that.

I’m either saved by works (what I do), emotions (what I experience), or knowledge (what I know). By contrast Christianity has no whiff of negotiation at all. Man is not the negotiator; indeed man has no grounds from which to negociate.

–Max Lucado
In the Grip of Grace

Waiting at the door

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We are orphans at the gate of the orphanage, awaiting our new parents. They aren’t here yet, but we know they are coming. They wrote us a letter. We haven’t seen them yet, but we know what they look like. They sent us a picture. And we’re not acquainted with our new house yet, but we have a hunch about it. It’s grand. They sent a description.

–Max Lucado
When God Whispers Your Name

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That’s God

Mary didn’t know whether to give him milk or give him praise, but she gave him both since he was, as near as she could figure, hungry and holy. Joseph didn’t know whether to call him Junior or Father. But in the end called him Jesus, since that’s what the angel said and since he didn’t have the faintest idea what to name a God he could cradle in his arms. . . . Don’t you think . . . their heads tilted and their minds wondered. “What in the world are you doing, God?” Or, better phrased, “God, what are you doing in the world?” “Can anything make me stop loving you?” God asks. “Watch me speak your language, sleep on your earth, and feel your hurts. Behold the make of sight and sound as he sneezes, coughs, and blows his nose. You wonder if I understood how you feel? Look into the dancing eyes of the kid in Nazareth; that’s God walking to school. Ponder the toddler at Mary’s table; that’s God spilling his milk. You wonder how long my love will last? Find your answer on a splintered cross, on a craggy hill. That’s me you see up there, your make, your God, nail-stabbed and bleeding. Covered in spit and sin-soaked. That’s your sin I’m feeling. That’s your death I’m dying. That’s your resurrection I’m living. That’s how much I love you.

–Max Lucado

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He chose your heart

If God had a fridge, your picture would be on it.
If He had a briefcase, a photo of you would be in it.
He’s sending you flowers every spring
and a sunrise every morning.
He’s listening to you whenever you want to talk.
He can be anywhere in the entire universe,
but He chose your heart.

–Max Lucado

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Not so with God’s love

God loves you just the way you are.
If you think his love for you would be stronger
if your faith were, you are wrong.
If you think his love would be deeper
if your thoughts were, wrong again.
Don’t confuse God’s love with the love of people.
The love of people often increases with
performance and decreases with mistakes.
Not so with God’s love.
He loves you right now where you are.

–Max Lucado

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