How Much More

I tend to frequent offices that are usually occupied by folks over 65 -- urologist, a gastroenterologist—or any other “ist” who finds a way to investigate inside the human body. (Compliments of Seth’s birth). While I waited today, Seth spotted another “grandma” to whom he profusely declared his love while also charming other waiting patients.

Seth was equally delightful when I consulted with the doctor, who determined that the acute abdominal pain that visits me on occasion is actually small bowel obstructions. “He must be worth all of this, isn’t he?” She asked.

I’m pain free (for) now and Seth was charming, so of course I answered in the affirmative. But the truth is that even when I am overwhelmed with pain, I still wouldn’t trade this precious little boy –when he is delightful or even when is naughty --for a healthy body.

I was reminded of Romans 5:7-9. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him!

All I offer is a sacrifice of suffering while delighting in my son. God gave His son—and spared not His life—to redeem me in my most iniquitous state. Parental love is powerful but so much more is the love of God.