There came a man who walked the earth, spoke truth to all who would listen, healed broken bodies and restored broken souls to God. It was his love that breathed life into the first lungs of man and his word that drove the darkness and chaos back before that.
He came to the earth he created for one purpose: to perfect love. The word perfect here doesn’t mean flawless as much as it means complete. Completed completeness. This love that bleed when the lash tore open his back and wood of the cross dug into it, persevered through the unendurable physical and spiritual pain of the cross until he could uttered the truth, “it is finished”.
This love has been made completely complete. The debt of sin has been paid and the great chasm between God and man has been crossed.
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. (1 John 4:18 NIV)
When fear rises up to dismantle my faith or weave it’s tentacles around my feet to trip me up, I must remember this fact: I have nothing to fear.
Christ took my punishment completely so that I could let his love complete me.
It is perfect love and in it I am made whole.