An Experience of Divine Love
And now for my experience of God’s
love. It was an April morning in
2007, and I had just begun to mow my lawn. I had finished grading final exams the night before to close
out the regular school year, and I looked forward to a summer full of
milestones. I would be teaching my
first class at the university as the sole instructor, and I was excited that
the only other work I had was my doctoral dissertation. But my heart was troubled. Through typical selfishness I’d begun
to spoil my friendship with the young woman who had invited me to church. I was frustrated and even disgusted
with myself because she needed real friendship. She had had six different stepfathers growing up, her
brother was dying of muscular dystrophy, and she had known plenty of lousy men. So I kept saying to myself, “What is
wrong with you?! Are you ever going to learn? You’re 33, grow up!”
I’d often had that conversation with myself in the past; hating how I
treated people and who I was becoming.
But this time really was different. Before I had been like St. Augustine: “O’ Lord, help me to
be pure, but not just yet.” But
this time I was of one mind.
Blessed Fra Angelico's "Conversion of St. Augustine" |
I had been through twelve years of
non-stop dating; where relationships would end once the magic ended. In other words, once the romance and
sex began to fizzle. The mystery
and beauty of women had been my great idol, and like all idols, it was a god
that failed. All that was ever
left after a break-up was loss, frustration, and an even deeper
loneliness. But now I only sought
what was good for the young woman and I committed myself to a new path.
But God had had enough of my
plans—plans that were always self-contained and relied on my own resources, my
own designs and my own upside-down worldview. But He honored my spirit of repentance, and so from this
episode full of ugly habits God brought forth His beauty, His purity and His
mercy. As I turned a corner with
the lawnmower, all of a sudden, my whole person resounded with a divine
intervention. A calm voice
displaced all other thoughts and sensations, and, presented fully and clearly
on my mind, the voice said,
“I love you, and I forgive you.”
As the words concluded, an immense
love that I had never thought possible ignited in my chest like a smoldering
furnace. It was a consuming love,
but also gentle, and it slowly spread from my heart up to my head and down to
my toes. Along with this love, God
placed in my mind—as one places things on a shelf—two thoughts or convictions. The first thought was that I simply knew He removed the chip on my
shoulder: the mistrust, the wariness and the fierceness of an ex-convict. And the second thought, that God’s promise—His intention—was to eventually restore
me to the little boy that I had been 25 years before. Before my sins and the sins of others left me the disfigured person I had become. He was giving me back to myself. Although sin is usually thought of as something that alienates us
from God and neighbor, I had also become a stranger to
myself.
My older brother and I |
Although everyone wants signs and
wonders, the greater miracle is the renewal of a broken person —the re-ordering
and inner transformation that only God’s grace can accomplish. A few years after my conversion, I was
amazed to find a verse in the “Book of Revelation” that describes this
promise. As the city of heaven
descends to close out this world, God says,
God Himself will be
with them. He will wipe away every
tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall their be
mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed
away. And he who sat upon the
throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” (Revelation, chapter 21)
For those who have been victims of
abuse, those who have lost a child, those struggling with heartache,
loneliness, or despairing because of captivity to sin: the loving embrace of
God does annihilate all tears and all sorrow. Once you feel that embrace, you don’t even need an
explanation from God. He is
enough.
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