I Had Died For You

"Oh my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, oh Absalom, my son, my son." (2Sam.18:33)

Don't we all wish that our parents would lament or deaths like that? I'm writing those on my phone, so I'll be brief. Yes, or Parent did lament our deaths like that, exactly. And that is exactly what God did. The great Jehovah died for us, even the rebellious, whoredom selves, because He loved us like David loved his son, only more. Do we need to ask anymore why God loved David, why he was called a man after God's own heart? Do we need to ask?

And if this is where God and David meet, where their hearts beat together, then do we need to question whether the God of the Old Testament is the same God of the New Testament? If He is, and always has been, Love, as Paul said? If He loves us, His children? Do we need to ask?

Yes, we do. Jehovah has engraven us on His palms, He has not forgotten. But until we know Him until He is engraven on our countenances, we need to keep asking, our knees bleeding from the effort, until we stop forgetting.