Sustainer

It rained today. There was something comforting in watching it out of the window. I find it beautiful, all the ways the Father sustains life. His actions go deeper than first thought, and reveals his complexity. What we view as a storm, breaths life. Much like an image of the cross, what could be viewed as a storm, a ship wreck, actually turned out to be the rescue. It creates a paradox in my mind. The pain and suffering of the cross reveal the love our hearts search for. When we think of the cross, if you could be in that moment of time, what would you response be. You'd most likely feel compassion at the sight of a man being tortured, and you'd feel a need to do something. I would almost contend that we would want to help him, to help him down and seek medical attention. That should be the opposite of our intentions. We don't find comfort or beauty in the fact that a man is ship wrecked, bleeding before all humanity. We take comfort in the fact that only love was found on that hill. Our comfort is that Christ didn't voluntarily come down from his suffering, but rather he sustained life.