Love so Radical


A promise is a gift graciously bestowed and we are children of a promised love.

At our worst, we humans, in our human capacity, tend to withhold our love or wrap it in conditions and occasions. We assume it is fragile because we have seen it break easily in others or had our own shatter before us. To counteract its delicate nature we weigh the risk of our intended object and measure the dosage accordingly.

This is not a failure, it is human nature. We absorb experiences and act accordingly.

At our best, we remember Jesus and do as He did. His love was called radical because of the extreme in it. It was handed out in full force to everyone equally. There was no sizing up or value consideration. What He had was free to everyone who was tired of trying to figure it out.

In India, there is a group called the Untouchables. They live their whole life living down. A thousand false gods have not eased their burden. There isn’t an elephant or cow that will change their plight. They are the modern day leper in need of something radical.

If philosophy was enough it would have been.

If war was the answer we would all be dead.

Fires need fuel.

Bodies need water.

This world needs a cause.

You need a reason.

“This is how we’ve come to understand and experience love: Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves. If you see some brother or sister in need and have the means to do something about it but turn a cold shoulder and do nothing, what happens to Gods love? It disappears. And you made it disappear.” (1 John 3:16-20 MSG)

A love this strong changes things.

Earth spins in it.

Everlasting to Everlasting. Movement advances.

Life unfolds in it.

Everlasting to Everlasting. Movement advances.

A promise is a gift graciously bestowed and we are children of a promised love.


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  1. Ashley, your are such a powerful writer! Clear, concise, complete. Each sentence an arrow, perfectly aimed, hitting home. And those arrows keep coming out of that quiver without end. Never stop. There will always be more.

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