This thing called Love.

Two nights ago I tried to imagine what heaven looked like on the day of the crucifixion.

A little background-God was on earth, living as a man, ‘limited’ by all the frailties and the constrictions of this human body. 

I’m sure there were discourses and talks in heaven on this topic. ‘The Benefits of being man’ or ‘The man-God’. Lol. The Angels must have wondered why anyone who could be in a million different places at once would want to be in one place, walking around in the dust and the harsh weather,talking to people whose hearts were so hardened by sin,pain and everything in between, that they probably wouldn’t have listened.

You know why I’m certain they would have talked about it? Because the bible says that angels long to look into the things of salvation. They long to understand it. But they don’t. That is a sole preserve of God and humans.

Think about that for a while, will you?

So,come crucifixion afternoon,Jesus died. 

God died. 

The hosts of heavenly armies must have looked on in horror. I know that they were loyal to God entirely, and they trusted that He knew what He was doing-after all, He has NEVER failed. But I often wonder if maybe a few of them thought that maybe God had taken it too far?

 Probably my humanity talking….lol.

Anyway, my musing continued.I imagined that as they looked on, they kept thinking in their minds, he will send us out to end this madness right now. I’m sure they were more than ready to save Jesus from this terrible,shameful death in a micro second. They must have wondered what on earth(pun intended) was going on. With the flick of their fingers they could have ended the crucifixion and restored Jesus’ body.

Yet God told them to do nothing. To stay put.

Nothing.

How frustrating,I imagine.

Heaven must have been silent. 

God died. 

Oh,but resurrection morning came. Resurrection morning. The morning that altered everything forever.

Everything changed from there. Even our regular calendar is dated Before Christ, and After Death. B.C And A.D.

He rose. He used death to destroy death itself so everyone knows they need not die or be subject to death anymore.

His death made a public show of the disgrace of Satan.

His resurrection made a public show of God’s superiority and Boss-hood. Lol.  Not that it needed to be shown. 

The heavens declare His power and Royalty.

Creation worships just by being. The sun worships by rising and setting every day since forever without fail. The cock crows the same time everyday, via an internal body clock. The earth has not fallen out of orbit since creation. Who else but God could have done that?

Pastor Philip Ransom Bello would always say that if the devil understood what God’s plan of salvation was,he would have done everything to make sure Jesus did not die.

Salvation was a brilliant,genius thing that could have only been brought about by a God whose ways are so superior,so unbelievably foolproof that it can only be the true God. It’s motivation is love. Pure,blinding,scandalous,unprecedented, unequivocal,unapologetic(please insert your own adjectives here)love. A love that the Angels cannot understand because the salvation plan was not even made known to them. 

A love that cut through my heart last night in a way that I cannot fully explain. A love that humbled me and left me unable to stand(literally)for the sheer force of it, just so I can hold my head up high the rest of the days of my life,knowing that I am loved in ways that I can’t fully comprehend until maybe this body is renewed.

I’m saved. I didn’t earn it. I could never pay for it. But it was given freely to me. Because I believed. Only.

He died. Then He rose. 

For me.

Overwhelmed. Forever in awe.