Oh, I know. You’re thinking that if I say Jesus loves my arrogance, I’m enabling arrogance. I’m not. You shouldn’t be arrogant, and neither should I. But I am. And Jesus likes me more than you like me and we are all going to have to get used to that.
I remember once making a long drive across Scotland with a friend and her child. The child squealed and complained and whined for about a hundred miles. It was all I could do not to jump out of the car. I couldn’t believe how annoying the trip was.
To my amazement, though, my friend was patient, kind, thoughtful and loving to her child. She never once got rattled.
So here’s the truth: God doesn’t think your crap is awesome, He doesn’t think your arrogance is beautiful and okay, but He has ten times the patience with you than your friends. Your whining and complaining and relapses into old sins are not okay with Him, but they don’t affect His love for you. He likes you more than your friends like you. He just keeps driving through the mileposts of eternity, trying to distract you with a song or a question or a smile.
That comforts me. And just knowing how much God likes you makes me like you more, too. And hopefully the fact of His love makes you like me more as well.
Fantastic news. Hard to believe it’s true. But if it’s not, life is a cryptic nightmare. I think it’s a comedy and at the end of it all the news is good, because God is.