He placed one scoop of clay upon another until a form lay lifeless upon the ground.
All were silent as the Creator reached in himself and removed something yet unseen. “It’s called ‘Choice’. The seed of choice.”
Creation stood in silence and gazed upon the lifeless form.
An angel spoke, “But what if he…”
“What if he chooses not to love?” the Creator finished. “Come, I will show you.”
Unbound by today, God and the angel walked into the realm of tomorrow…
The angel gasped at what he saw. Spontaneous love. Voluntary devotion. Never had he seen anything like this… The angel stood speechless as they passed through centuries of repugnance. Never had he seen such filth. Rotten hearts. Ruptures promises. Forgotten loyalties.
The Creator walked on in time, further and further int0 the future, until he stood by a tree. A tree that would be fashioned into a cradle. Even then he could smell the hay that surrounded him…
“Wouldn’t it be easier to not plant the the seed? Wouldn’t it be easier to not give the the choice?”
“It would,” the Creator spoke slowly. “But to remove the choice is to remove the love.”
…They stepped into the Garden again. The Maker looked earnestly at the clay creation. A monsoon of love sweeled up within him. He had died for the creation before he had made him. God’s form bent over the sculptured face and breathed. Dust stirred on the lips of the new one. The chest rose, cracking the red mud. The cheeks fleshened. A finger moved and an eye opened.
But more incredible than the moving of the flesh was the stirring of the spirit. Those who could see the unseen gasped.
Perhaps it was the wind who said it first. Perhaps what the star saw that moment has made it blink ever since. Maybe it was left to an angel to whisper it: “It looks like…it appears so much like…it is him!”
The angel wasn’t speaking of the face, the features, or the body. He was looking inside- at the soul.
“It’s eternal!” gasped another.
Within the man God had placed a divine seed. A seed of his self. The God of might had created the earth’s mightiest. The Creator had created, not a creature, but another Creator. And the one who had chosen to love had created the one who could love in return.
Now it’s our choice.
–In the Eye of the Storm by Max Lucado
After I read this, I felt God was moving me. He was speaking to me about his love. A love stronger than the pull of the World, love more beautiful than any man could offer, love more powerful than death. People do so much to try to earn this love. But thats the funny part.. they dont have to earn it. It’s free. Not cheap, but free. I knew then I had to live for this love.I had to make a choice to love back.I need that love… a love that never judges, love that wipe away my tears, love that understands my every sigh.
I love the way He loves me.
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