There’s something that happens when we position ourselves inside the love of God, when we open ourselves up to the deep reality of heaven. It’s not about emotion. It’s not about goosebumps. It’s not even about happiness. The love of God is so much bigger and stronger and purer than that.
It’s a fire that comes and it consumes and refines every area of chaos and compromise, it burns away every shadowed place and lights up every dark corner of our lives. It brings illumination and revelation. It can’t be put out. It’s a raging inferno that fills us until we’re walking wildfires. It threatens our complacency and our composure. It’s dangerous. It’s fearsome. Every demon, every force of darkness and hell knows the name of love and when we’re standing in love there’s nothing that can touch us. It dares darkness and challenges death.
The love of God is violent, gut-wrenching, and jaw-dropping; it sweeps up shame and guilt with hurricane-force winds. It shows no mercy to fear or doubt. It owns the battleground. It’s rivers of life in the desert of despair and depression; wherever the love of God flows, life springs up. It breaks through fallow ground. The dust of barrenness and brokenness are scattered in the wind.
The love of God reaches into the deepest cavern and submerges itself in our greatest tragedy. It searches the earth for our bones so that it can breathe life in us once again.
They say the love of God isn’t reckless, but I say if it isn’t reckless then it isn’t the love of God. Because the love of God does not consider itself. It is only ever selfless and relentless. It never regards it’s own well-being. It places itself in harms way every time. It goes to hell and back for those who are lost.
We’ve confused the love of God with the peace of God. But see, Jesus didn’t say, “Love! Be still!” He said “Peace! Be still!” Because the love of God does not sit still, it does not back down, it does not give up, it does not hesitate or pause. It is always on the move. It is always fighting, always defending, always refining, always burning, always awakening.
We’ve painted a picture for ourselves of a love that is quiet like a stream and gentle like a breeze. But the love of God is so much more. It is bloody, it is undignified. It is battle-scarred flesh and nail-pierced limbs. It is heel bruised by the head of death. The love of God is a sword that defends the helpless and the hopeless, and yet issues an assault against helplessness and hopelessness. It is a gale wind that leave no stone unturned.
Make no mistake, the love of God is a Fathering love, but in the heart of the Father is the call of the fight. It is the heart that picks us up and dusts us off and yet still teaches us how to war. It is a love that never leave us where we’re at; there’s room for error, but it calls us to higher ground.
The love of God is unafraid, it does not cower. It is not ashamed of us. It sees us. It knows our deepest wrongs and makes them right. It changes us. We do not walk in the love of God because we’re afraid of the dark. We walk in the love of God because we’ve tasted light and we’ll never be the same. To the deepest places within us, Love is warring and burning. It never stops.