I couldn’t believe it!
I filled my wife’s Prius the other night for $14.95.
Gas prices are at a new low.
Even for a Prius!
Consumers rejoice. Producers moan.
My friends in Texas tell me it’s a market glut – the old law of supply and demand. An abundance of oil brings the price down. Soon America will be a leading petroleum producer. We will wean ourselves from dependence on the Middle East.
Given the instability there, most folks think this new energy independence is a good thing.
Still, the American oil and gas industry is a huge employer and there are plenty of concerns about the impact this new relief at the pump will have on the economy.
The low price won’t last. Maybe it can’t. Perhaps it shouldn’t.
Regardless of the economics, the gas in that car will be consumed. It will be gone. We’ll need a refill.
There’s hardly a limitless supply of anything.
You’re probably out of something right now. Or you’re in low supply.
We live in a world of limits.
Our time, our abilities and our energies are all limited.
The globe warms as its resources are consumed.
You and I face restrictions and limits every day. There are limits on size or amount. Only one bag is free at the airport and you pay for the second one, depending on how much it weighs.
Size limits, age limits, weight limits, number limits and speed limits.
We live with limits and nothing lasts.
Even our time on earth is limited.
Yes, you and I are bounded on all sides by life on this planet. We can only run so fast and jump so high. We have invented and we have soared yet even then, we have explored only an infinitesimal fraction of our own universe.
We are circumscribed creatures, you and me.
But here’s some great news: there’s one thing you and I need more than anything else in our lives – and it is unlimited.
It’s the love of God.
Our patience, our forgiveness, our understanding, even our own love – are all limited. We wish they weren’t but after all, we’re only human.
There is no limit to the love of God.
Paul gets excited about this incredible reality – this amazing abundance – this vast expanse of divine expression. The heart of God is big, Paul tells the Ephesian Christians – very big.
Writing of this to them, Paul says:
“That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man” (Ephesians 3: 16, KJV).
Out of God’s “glorious unlimited resources” (NLT), Paul wishes for the Ephesians to be strengthened and rooted in their new faith. He wants those roots of faith to grow deep “into God’s love” (3:17, NLT). And he wants them to try and understand – to grasp, if they can – “the breadth, and length, and depth, and height” of the love of God (3:18, KJV).
Consider the unfathomable dimensions of his love.
God’s love for you is broader than the scope of your sins. It is longer than your time on this earth. It goes beyond time. It is eternal. His love for you reaches deeper than your deepest despair and soars to Heaven itself, where Jesus Christ pleads on your behalf as your advocate with the Father.
How many individual grains of sand are on all the shores and beaches of the earth? Abraham didn’t know. He couldn’t tell God when the Almighty promised to multiply Abraham’s seed accordingly.
So is the love of God for us.
His love for you and me is unbreachable, unchangeable, unquenchable and unstoppable. Paul told the Romans that nothing at all – nothing in all of creation and nothing above, below or beyond it – could ever separate you and me from God’s love.
When a young German immigrant named Frederick Martin Lehman sat on some lemon crates in Pasadena California in 1917 he began writing a song about God’s love, inspired by a sermon he had heard a week earlier.
He had the chorus down:
“Oh, love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure— The saints’ and angels’ song.”
He later found the words for the third stanza written on a card buried in his files at home. The words had been copied from the cell wall of an insane asylum years earlier. One of the workers wrote them down before he painted the cell after the inmate died.
It was later discovered that those words were actually remembered by the inmate from a Hebrew poem, written in Aramaic, and later translated and carefully preserved. The poem was written by a rabbi named Meir Ben Isaac Nehoria.
He wrote it in 1050 AD.
“Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.”
You may run out of many things this year.
God’s love for you will always read “full”.
May God bless you and your family.