Must-read

I'm rereading "An Arrow Pointing to Heaven", the biography of Rich Mullins for the nine-billion and sixth time. I'm at such a different point in my life that the chapter The Love of God has hit me with a new and brutal force. His song of the same name has even more of a gut-punch.

There's a wideness in God's mercy
I can not find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning
To melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning
Keeps me glad to have been caught
In the reckless, raging fury
That they call the love of God

Now I've seen no band of angels
But I've heard the soldier's song
Love hangs over them like a banner
Love within them leads them on
To the battle on the journey
And it's never gonna stop
Ever widening their mercies
And the fury of His love

Oh, the love of God
And oh, the love of God
The love of God

Joy and sorrow are this ocean
And in their every ebb and flow
Now the Lord a door has opened
That all hell could never close
Here I'm tested and made worthy
Tossed about but lifted up
In the reckless, raging fury
That they call the love of God

I can think of a dozen people who need to hear that and most of them already have. From my own paltry understanding I honestly wonder how many actually know it.

Because I certainly don't act like I do.