This Fountain Never Runs Dry

I can take the tiniest dry ache and put it in the fountain. I thought at first that putting my soul near Jesus was reserved for special events and mountainous issues. Nope. Anything. Right now. For as long as it takes. Any other perspective says that He is not there for you and / or you do not believe He is faithful.

There are no limits to the fountain, and no stain for which it was not made. Try. See if you can shock Him with that dark place in your heart. See if you can get Him to reject your concern as too petty for His attention.

Father, thank You for Your Faithfulness and Mercy, poured out for us all.

Agape

The God whose name is Love, infinite. There is no end to the Agape that He is. He is not eros or phileo. He is the Love that loves the lost and broken, the frightened and hurt, the sick and the poor.

I was really challenged this morning, listening to Morning Edition talk about the people who have found their home with Harry Potter. They came around to mentioning an anthem that credited their victory to love. I had to think about that.

See, I thought that agape only belongs to the Redeemed of Christ. and that the love that the lost had was not from the supernatural fountain, from the cleft rock in the wilderness. Now I am wondering. Certainly, no one is harmed by true love. And this love through lost humanity is always manifest as selflessly as possible in the ways Love manifest in Jesus.

So, Father, help me. Cleanse my vision. Forgive me for judging and despising those who long to love with pure supernatural love without surrendering their vessels for cleansing with Your Blood. Help me to acknowledge Your Love in lost children. Help me to receive Your Love and pour it out into every life I encounter.