I forgive. Some would say that I forgive too easily. But I forgive as I have been forgiven. I forgive as I would like to be forgiven. Maybe I follow the Golden Rule too closely.
In the midst of all of this mess though, in the midst of all of our mistakes, Christ loved us anyway.
In the Garden, Adam and Eve hid, because they knew they had disobeyed, and they knew God knew. They had realized their nakedness. And though punishment did follow, God never ceased to love them. He loved them anyway.
Moses told God he couldn’t do it. He needed help. Aaron had to speak for him, because he believed he couldn’t. He had a stutter. In spite of his weakness, God loved him anyway.
Solomon asked God for wisdom. With his wisdom, he did a lot of great things, but also made a lot of mistakes. He established high places, and he worshiped other gods. At the end of his life, he realized how meaningless it all was. And God loved him anyway.
Israel was such a disobedient, easily manipulated nation. God let them be taken captive, then restored. They continued to break his heart. Yet he loved them anyway. So much that he sent his son, himself, to die.
Peter denied knowing the messiah. And Christ loved him anyway.
Thomas had doubts. Jesus loved him in them, anyway.
There has been an awkwardness, a hurt, in my recent life. And I could choose to hold on to it, a grudge, that would only hurt my being. Or I could let go. I could forgive anyway. I could love anyway. As I have been loved anyway.