Thursday, May 23, 2019

Heaven fits you like a glove Vol. 11.1 May 2019

Be sure that the ins and outs of your individuality are no mystery to Him; and one day they will no longer be a mystery to you.  The mold in which the key is made would be a strange thing, if you had never seen a key: and the key itself a strange thing if you had never seen a lock.  Your soul has a curious shape because it is a hollow made to fit a particular swelling in the infinite contours of the Divine substance, or a key to unlock one of the doors in the house with many mansions.  For it is not humanity in the abstract that is to be saved, but you--you, the individual reader, John Stubbs or Janet Smith.  Blessed and fortunate creature, your eyes shall behold Him and not another's...Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it--made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.
--from the Problem of Pain
C.S. Lewis
I am made for heaven; is heaven made for me?  If only I could wrap my mind around this concept both in mind and in heart. To think that my place in God's heaven is uniquely made for me is quite wonderful and almost unbelievable.  To think that God loves me...considers me at all...speaks me into existence...  Who am I that he should give one moment of eternity at all? No one;  and yet I am someone because he says so.  

What would it be like to love myself and think of myself the way he loves me and thinks of me?  Knowing my own sins, I wouldn't die for me; yet he did.  He died that I might live.  He died to secure my uniquely fitted place in heaven.  Here is the kicker; if I had been the only one on earth he still would have saved me.  And you; if you were the only one...he still would have saved you.  

If I had been the only sinner, God! The Creator of the Universe would have thought me worthy of redemption.  Redemption at such a high cost!  I wouldn't even die for me and yet Jesus has done just that.

Will you?

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