When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.” (John 19:26–27)

Behold the matchless care of our Creator – even as He hangs on the tree of those who are accursed, and He suffers the excruciating pain of Roman torture, and He is mocked and jeered at, and most frightfully, as He stands before the wrath of Almighty God, our beloved Jesus looks down from His torment and thinks not of His present and inevitable anguish but of His earthly mother’s well-being. While any man, no matter how upstanding and brave, would here think of only himself (if he could even maintain consciousness) Jesus’ heart flies to those that He loves. In the midst of the greatest pain ever to be felt on earth, Jesus’ mind is fixed on others. He is incessantly and ruthlessly and unashamedly loving. The greatest mind on earth could not comprehend a mere drop of the Lord’s love in the ocean that it truly occupies. Our God defined love from before eternity and here now He lavishes it upon His children. Beware of teaching that would make our Father’s care only spiritual. Though His primary attention is given to our souls, for in them eternity will be met, our King also gives great care to our temporality and our daily needs. Despite eternal grace upon the soul being a blessing beyond comprehension and utterly undeserved, He lavishes grace upon grace and often blesses His little children with food and shelter though “the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.”

Father, forgive me for my incessant lack of trust. As much as you are faithful, I am unfaithful. As loving as you are, I am selfish. As much as you have planned to take care of all my needs, I worry about tomorrow and forget about the loving care you have given each and every day of my life. Oh Lord, touch my soul with your grace, once more, and remind me of your love. Renew my mind and make me to see your glory. Let me see worry as foolish and trust in you as wisdom. I confess, I often do just the opposite, clinging to the world and its “assurances” while fleeing from your mighty right arm. Before you laid the foundation of the world, you knew all those who would be called by the name of your Son. You knew their birth, life and death. You planned their days and set out the span of them. You decided the time of their birth and death as well as the places in which they would happen. Not a sparrow falls to the ground without you knowing, and caring. Nothing escapes the perfection of your vision and none of your children are outside of your perfect Fatherly care. As your Son hung on the tree with my sins graven in His hands, your love for me did not cease.

How is this so? How can it be that such a fearsome God could love such a wretch? Such a worrying and selfish nothing? Here today, gone tomorrow, a speck amongst the earth’s billions – truly insignificant by the world’s standards. It is because “we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love” (1 John 4:16a). Your very essence, your nature, your being is Love. You never have, nor ever will know a millisecond in time in which you did not perfectly embody all that it means to love. I am exasperated when I look at my sin in light of your love. I cannot make sense of the two. That is because I am looking at myself. Your love only makes sense when I see you more clearly. Help me Father, to look into the eyes of Jesus and see your love. Oh! To see Him! Great and mighty, lifted up on His throne built with the wood of the cross that lifted Him up in humiliation. Once spat upon, now praised forevermore. Holy and mighty, with eyes of fire and garments so pure that lustful eyes could sooner stare at the sun than them. Haste the day, Father, when my eyes will be made new, as will the rest of me, and I can look upon the matchless beauty of the King who once hung upon the unbearable cross and thought of me.

In the name of He who is Love incarnate, amen.

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