All This Talk About Agape

agape

[ah-gah-pey, ah-guh-pey, aguh-]
noun, plural agapae
1.the love of God or Christ for humankind.
2.the love of Christians for other persons, corresponding to the love of God for humankind.
3.unselfish love of one person for another without sexual implications; brotherly love.
4.love feast (defs 1, 2).
(Thank you dictionary.com)
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There has been lots of talk about this word “agape”. I remember the first time I heard it a few weeks ago in service and I was thinking “Isn’t that a word from a Disney movie?” I don’t know that I had ever heard the word used to describe love within the Christian faith. Roman and I have turned it into a slight inside joke. Whenever we are struggling to show love to a person, we look at one another and say “agape”. Someone cut you off in traffic? Agape. Someone push your buttons in a college class? Agape. Booty-shorts at church? Agape. Angry customers on the job? Agape. But on a serious note, I’ve recently really been pondering the love of Jesus. What is all of this agape talk and how DEEP is the love of our God?

I was inspired after reading All Glory to The Highest’s blog post “Are You in Love?”. Can people tell I’m in love? Do people see it in my actions? Do friends read the way that I treat people and see Jesus and not Marti? Is my love so deep that it pours out of me and it isn’t even my choice?

My family has had a rough summer and I just spent last night telling my younger sister how much God loves her. How literally the CREATOR (go ahead and fathom THAT for a hot second!) of the UNIVERSE (Hi, yeah…chew that up for a minute and a half) knew each of us before we were ever in our mothers’ wombs. Before my parents, your parents, ANYONE’S parents even MET, God knew you. He knew what your name would be. He knew what you would look like.

.HE.

.KNEW.

.YOU.

Before he put the stars in the sky, before he morphed hundreds of thousands of galaxies with his own two hands, he knew us.

It’s sad that a love like that can be so easily tainted by life’s circumstances. A betrayal of a parent cuts so deep it leaves us, at times, too broken to trust our heavenly father. How sad. I’ve really been pouring my heart out to God and telling him how I struggle to connect with him on a father-daughter level, because I’ve never experienced that kind of relationship. He listens. He hears. He’s faithful. I am so thankful for a patient God. One who listens to my cries, deciphers my tears when I don’t have words and makes my heartaches a little more bearable.

He knew me. And I’m working everyday to know Him more and more.

Agape.

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