God Loves His CreaturesA Story by Shelley WarnerI’m resting on the couch, when Baxter, my
rambunctious and loving Westie, looks up at me for reassurance. He’d been
barking again; he loves to run out the doggie door and yelp at any noise he
hears or any cat, bird, or squirrel he sees. This upsets my neighbor; a guy
that I’m guessing suffers from some kind of PTSD. Every time Baxter runs out
and barks, I open the door; point the pink spray bottle of water and command,
“NO BARKS, BAXTER!” As he pauses now by the couch and presses close to me, his
look tells me, “I am a good dog, aren’t I. You love me, don’t you?” I put my arms around him and hug him. “I
love you very much Baxter!” At that moment, a quiet voice in my mind speaks
these words, “If you can love your dog that much, and you are a human, how much
do you think God can love all his creatures (even those who do not believe)?”
I’ve struggled all my life with a trust in God’s love. I grew up in churches
whose message was a limited love of God. “If you believe in Jesus, then you are
safe from Hell. Otherwise, you are condemned.” I appreciated that God loved me and loved the world. I endeavored to “share his love with others”
so they would be safe from his judgment. Eventually, that just did not work for me.
I read a book Love Wins by Rob Bell that made the case for a divine love
that reaches all. Toward the end of the book, he asks the question, “Does God
become somebody totally different the moment you die?” He’d been talking about
the traditional message that upon a person’s death, God’s love and concern
turns to condemnation. Then he made this statement: “And that is the secret
deep in the heart of many people, especially Christians; they don’t love God.
They can’t because the God they’ve been presented with and taught about can’t
be loved. That God is terrifying and traumatizing and unbearable.” “Oh wow! That’s so true!” I realized. It’s
only in the last six or seven years that I’ve begun to consider that God’s love
is inclusive, not exclusive. As I’ve worked through this issue, I had a dream
one night. A bus stopped in front of my house and I was boarding to reach a
destination. “What about the kids?” I asked. “Will there be buses for them?”
One person hesitatingly answered that there would be. I could tell he wasn’t
sure. I arrived at some kind of convention center where other buses were
pulling in. As I disembarked, I looked with surprise. Bus after bus was
arriving, more than I could count. No one was being left behind. All were being
brought in. It reminds me of this verse: All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord and all the families of the
nations will bow down before him (Psalm
22:27NIV). Not long ago, I came across a verse and
recorded it in a notebook: On this mountain he will destroy This is so profound. There is a shroud that
enfolds many people, hiding God’s love from them. He will remove it. There is a
sheet that blinds them. He will remove it. Death will be banished. Tears will
be wiped away. I like that. © 2021 Shelley WarnerAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 4, 2021 Last Updated on October 4, 2021 AuthorShelley WarnerCamas, WAAboutI like to write about my life. Sounds a little narcissistic, right? But it's the challenges, the griefs, the joys, the faith struggles, and the enjoyment of nature that inspires me. I have published t.. more..Writing
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