Love that Takes Skin Off… and Puts Skin OnPosted: December 21, 2010
“How is it that you are so crazy about me?” I ask him.
I marvel at the love of a man for a woman. He could have anyone he wanted, but he wants me.
“You’re my bride!” He exclaims. “Any man who isn’t crazy about his bride has one of two problems: He either married the wrong woman or he isn’t right with God.”
We laugh a happy laugh that we married “right” and I fall in love again with his uncomplicated outlook, his straight forward and un-reserved passion that doesn’t get tangled up in all of life’s “what if’s.” To him, a man loves his woman wild and there’s something wrong if he doesn’t.
I still wonder at this kind of love when I arrive at church and the service begins. I hear of the Savior who took on flesh, indwelt a body marked for death, because of crazy love for me.
I marvel still, trying to grasp it.
Then. I hear of Dr. Orlando, a man from Chicago who was in a car accident one night while with his wife. He was uninjured but his wife was severely hurt and needed an immediate skin graft in order to prevent infection.
When they arrived at the hospital, there was no skin donor available, so Dr. Orlando of course volunteered his own skin. When they got to the OR however, there was no doctor available to do the procedure…but him.
So he prepared for surgery, took the scalpel, and with no anesthesia, took graft after graft of his own skin to heal his wife’s injuries.
As the blood flowed, the nurses and staff assisting him in the OR wept…but Dr. Orlando could not afford tears for his own pain. His agenda was his wife.
Why would somebody do that?
With a visual, concrete example before me, the eyes can see more clearly now, the love of a man for his bride. The love of God-man for His bride. For didn’t He take on skin so that He could give it up for the healing of His bride? And didn’t it “please the Father to bruise him?” And didn’t they, for the joy set before them, endure the cross and despise the shame and reach down and peel back the flesh?
And isn’t it by His own stripes and wounds that I am healed from the curse and consequence of sin?
Redeemed. Salvaged. Restored.
The Lamb, slain before the foundation of the world, was given out of love…for me. For you. For us, His bride.
“How can the God be so crazy about me?” I wonder.
Then it hits me. This question assumes His love is somehow associated with my worthiness. But just as my husband’s love is no credit to me but to him…he is no boy with immature feelings…he is no half-man who loves for self-profit…he is a man who has moved beyond childishness, who knows how to love another and does it well…
So it is with God.
God’s love for us was never intended to be to our credit, but His. This wild, heart thumping love that pushes to the most drastic of measures is a reflection of the Giver, not the taker.
He is God and there is none like Him.
He loves lavish. He loves tender. He loves softly, madly. He woos and whispers. He sings and dances. He hides expressions of His love throughout our days for us to discover. He pursues and beckons, He invites and waits.
He is God and there is none that loves like Him and it is impossible for anything to separate us from His love.
His love is a credit to His God-ness and I would be a fool to persist in trying to understand why He loves someone like me.
So I’ll just believe it. Embrace it. Tell Him “YES!”
I’ll delight in waking up to His warmth each day, in finding and opening His daily gifts.
And I’ll whisper to Him, “You love me so well. Can we do that again? I think I’m learning how to love You back…Shall we practice some more?”