2.1 It’s all for Rosie Cotton

The first place we meet God is in another person. God is loving, welcoming, full of gut-level compassion for us, but our poor sin-sick fallen hearts just can’t believe that.

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The first place we meet God is in another person. God is loving, welcoming, full of gut-level compassion for us, but our poor sin-sick fallen hearts just can’t believe that. It takes an outside force to reveal the truth that the Lord of Everything pursues me because he doesn’t want to be without me. No agenda. Just love. Love like we’ve never known. Until him. But our blind eyes, hard hearts and tightly closed fists do not know how to open to his love. We can’t even know that he’s trustworthy.

And so I have you over to dinner. It’s super awkward to accept, because you don’t know me very well. We’ve only seen each other a handful of times throughout the semester at our kids’ karate classes. But somehow it seems possible. You come over, offering fruit salad to add to the cookout. My sons are tearing around the house with nerf swords; your son joins them. Off they go.