It’s the day after Valentine’s Day. Just an ordinary day. No floral shops overflowing with red roses, or advertisements of what to give someone you love. No pink and red helium balloons in malls.
Yesterday would have been an easier day to write on. It would be appropriate to write about the Greatest Love story ever told when the world is celebrating love. To write about the love story that surpasses Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra. This love that is spectacular and audacious. This love story is of God whose love for us knows no end. And He would demonstrate this love it with an amazing, intricate plan of a baby, of a Son and of sacrifice.
When I think about it though, this love story is best told on the ordinary days. For it’s the ordinary days that this love is experienced. That as we go through our normal days this extraordinary love of God for us is there, always there.
And if we pay attention, in our ordinary days there are demonstrations and signs of this love everywhere. For God is always celebrating His love for us.
“For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)