A guy sees a beautiful girl on the subway.
He falls crazy-mad in love.
No words exchanged, just a smile.
He knows nothing about her: favorite color or her life ambitions.
When she gets off the train, he realizes he will never see her again.
I sit on the couch between a pile of towels and a stack of folded bed sheets and stare at the music video.
I watch as he now stands atop of a tall cement platform.
Below him the ocean churns.
“You’re beautiful,” He sings as he takes off his jacket, t-shirt and shoes and places them neatly on the cement.
“It’s time to face the truth,” He croons just before he dives into the water to what looks like certain death,
“I’ll never be with you.”
While I put the clean laundry away,
the music video kept running through my head.
A guy obsesses over a girl he knows nothing about.
Then he throws himself into the ocean.
Totally off the mark?
Not so much.
As human beings we are wired to love and be loved.
Most people jump to the conclusion that all we need is romantic love.
The need is much deeper.
We need to be known completely and accepted unconditionally.
when my boys were small,
I stepped into the bathroom to hang up a wet towel.
One child sat on the edge of the sink, slathering rose colored blush across his cheeks.
A generous layer of bright red lipstick covered his lips.
“Look at me, mommy!” He grinned
“Wow, amazing,” I said.
What else could I say?
He’d put on the lipstick to make me like him better.
He’d smeared on the blush so that I would enjoy him more.
Fact: That kid could have shaved his head and tattooed his body with pictures of all kinds of hideous creatures.
It would not have made a bit of difference.
I was his Mom.
I loved him.
Most of us do not contemplate jumping into the nearest ocean just because someone ignores us on the subway.
But, all of us at one time or another feel invisible.
Dull and undesirable.
People around us can be cruel,
even the people closest to us.
The way they treat us reinforces our feelings of worthlessness.
God’s love is perfect.
He not only does he see each one of us intimately and thoroughly,
He delights in us.
Still, we try to fix ourselves up with
· big ministries
· long hours at church
· eloquent prayers in public.
At best it’s a sloppy make-up job.
When we finally stumble to God in desperation,
our hands grimy with the mess we’ve made of our lives,
He opens his arms to us.
He loves us.
In the song Better than the Hallelujah,
Amy Grant captures a glimpse this astounding relationship between Almighty God and flawed human beings.
“We pour out our miseries,
“God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.”
Don’t let anyone tell you different.
In the eyes of your heavenly Father,