An Incredible Story

I often struggle with cynicism in my life. I'm not sure why it is such a temptation for me, but it is and I wish it weren't. The true pain of cynicism is to discredit sincerity and sometimes love. When these are discredited, I sometimes feel an emotional disconnect in my faith; if you discredit sincerity and love, how can you truly appreciate the sacrifice of God's only Son?

I'm sitting in a hotel room in Kansas City an emotional wreck having just read this story. I am blown away by the love given to be shared among mere mortals. It speaks of God. I have heard people speak of love languages before, especially during marriage counseling. Tonight I feel that love is holy language. It is the only response worthy of utterance; the height of expression is simply love.

To read this story and hear of the lives touched by the sacrifice of one, I am reminded of a savior taken unjustly and made to be donor for our sake; that one should be given so that all may live.

And I am silenced before an inconceivable God

Most worthy of praise

And He is One