I had a particularly wonderful morning of worship today. Singing with the choir at work, the only way to describe what happened this morning is that the Holy Spirit fell. We are always in the presence of our Savior, but there are times when He feels particularly close. This morning was one of those times.
“I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene, and I wonder how He could love me—a sinner, condemned unclean. How marvelous, how wonderful! And my song shall ever be: how marvelous, how wonderful is my Savior’s love for me.”
I couldn’t make it through the song without crying. I had to just let the tears fall. Tears can be so heavy with God’s glory. I hoped no one was looking at me.
Later as I was sitting alone, I let the words wash over me again. I am no longer condemned unclean. There is no condemnation in Christ. This is something that was a long struggle for me to fully embrace, as I had grown accustomed to punishing myself if someone else wasn’t doing it.
I told Jesus, “I really just wish I could be with You. I get so sick of myself.”
His response came, “But I love you.”
I said, “But I’m proud.”
Again, His response was, “But I love you.”
I protested, “But I do so many stupid things.”
The gentle answer came again, “But I love you.”
I thought of a dozen other things I could say about myself, but realized that His answer is always going to be the same:
“But I love you.”