Matt’s love reminds me of Jesus’ love for me. Constantly. I’m surrounded by it. Couldn’t escape it if I wanted to.
And I don’t.
On my best days. On my worst days. When I feel lovable and – especially – when I don’t. Matt goes the distance. He loves me unconditionally. In ways I never thought possible. He is truly the hands and feet of Jesus to me.
Matt is my constant reminder that – no matter what – I am loved. By him and – most importantly – by Jesus.
I realize afresh on this Good Friday that Matt can go the distance because Jesus already has. He can love me because Jesus first loved us.
From the cross. From the darkest hour history has ever known. In deepest agony and pain. In aloneness that makes our experiences with loneliness look like a walk in the park.
Jesus went the distance. He poured out His love. He let His body and His heart be broken for us. He died in our place.