God’s So Good – The Bliss of This Thought

“What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us?”

~Romans 8:31 (NRSV).

God sees the beauty inside each one of us, his precious vessels.

If this were not true why would he forsake his Son for our redemption? Nothing can separate us from the love of God.

God’s Love – Like a ‘City of Blinding Lights’

There are times in life when we sit gently and put on some music and then just let our senses sink into the soothing melody and loquacious words as they speak to us.

I did this recently with the U2 song, City of Blinding Lights. The essence of this song is similar to how I think God wants us thinking and feeling about our relationship with him.

The song is about innocence and naivety. But in that, there’s a sense of joyously wondrous bliss as all the bad stuff—the darkness—is stripped away for good—the light. Thinking on Romans 8 causes me to feel this feeling that City of Blinding Lights creates in me.

This heart- and mind-space is alluring and emotive, charging within us power for resilient positivity.

Remedying the Curses That Cloud Our Worlds

God stands there, i.e. here with us, in our midst always. We know the theory, and we recognise it’s good—that God is good—but we’ll very often struggle to live in this thought-space. It truly must bemuse God.

God sees the beauty inside us. As we muse on this again, can we see it?

If the Father has done so much to redeem us—sending his Son to the cross as the myriad magnification of his love for us—who are we really to deny this fact of God’s inimitable love for us? Really, we must dwell on this.

Instead of clinging to the clouds that bear over us we have another, better choice. We open our grasp and let the fear and negativity fly away.

We entrap our innocence and we think like tiny children again. We make it to safety and we trust and we don’t condemn. That we can do this, even this, is a mighty blessing, succoured only via faith in Jesus’ name.

Nothing and no one, really, can prevent us from getting there; nothing and no one but ourselves.

© 2010 S. J. Wickham.