14/12/2024
The universe is vast and profound beyond our wildest imagination. We launch celestial telescopes to probe and peer with wonder and mystery into vast chasms of uncharted interplanetary space. We yearn to look and understand the highest heavens, yet, frivolously avert the inward gaze into a world of wonder within us.
In the space inside us, the sound of silence is deafening. It drives us mad. And so we flitter and flutter about from one thing to another, trying to quench and pacify existential angst - an itch that will not be scratched away. Some relentless, haunting longing for truth and worth that will not fade away like yesterday’s fashion; a persistent yearning for something bigger than us, that will truly be our making. That central jigsaw piece still missing in a puzzle left frustrated and unfinished.
Loud the sounds and captivating the music that people engineer and contrive to drown and distract from the echoes of that obdurate and ever-present void - a love-shaped hole that neither science, sensuality nor sorcery can plug.
You were made for love. A love that is divine. Love for and by a Person so great, the vast heavens He made could not fit him. But He loved one such as you, because He made you for love. For He is love, true and ultimate – and His love reaches out to you. It is a love that acts.
‘You cannot take love as a word; you must take it as an attitude and an act, or you haven’t got it. Love makes itself into arms and hands and feet or it isn’t love.’ (E. Stanley Jones, missionary to India).
Love took on flesh and bones and a human face one historic day in Israel. Love came, love gave, love died and rose again for the sake of people the world over. Love that can completely fill you and remake you in its image.
Love – a Person you can meet and know.
His name is Jesus.
"O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be."
(George Matheson)
(Written by Rev. Manik Corea)
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