All my memories are of Jesus, from when I was eleven, to three years later when he was crucified. I was fourteen when he died. I followed him from the beginning of his mission until the very end. Of course, he did come back to life; he resurrected himself, proving that he was the son of God.
I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember; I don't even know what happened to my parents. Maybe, they abandoned me, or they got killed somehow. The times I live in are rough, brutal, with no mercy whatsoever, for anyone. The Romans especially are brutal; they have no mercy or a soul in them. They really scare me, but I have to be brave because there's no one else to be brave for me.
I scrape by a lot of the times, but when I started following Jesus around, I was always full and happy. I was full not just in the stomach, but in the spirit. He always had a sparkle in his eyes, a sparkle you couldn't help to admire and look at. Every time he looked at me, I swelled full with happiness and self worth. I followed him every step of his journey; in a way, I walked in his shoes. I walked in his footsteps, experiencing what he experienced. But, of course, Jesus had a different perspective on a lot of things. When I saw disgust, he saw beauty. When I saw that someone was broken beyond repair, he saw something that could be healed by love. He always saw the positive, and now because of that, I try to, too.
The world was full of trouble. Full of confusion and a catastrophic dilemma. One couldn't imagine at what destructive measure it would disintegrate into. While so many things were done to make the world a better place. At some point, it would later be revealed that the biggest problem was not a lack of educational facilities or a lack of health facilities. Believe it or not, Africa, also wasn't the world's biggest problem.
The problem with the world today is sin. Sin brought about problems that would perpetuate into many more generations to come! It's almost unbelievable that someone would leave greener pastures to settle in a beat-down environment like Earth. One would wonder what this being could ever want. If life existed beyond the surfaces of our universe, why stay? If there was the possibility of walking with a glory that outshined the brightness of the sun, why hesitate?
God cannot love us anymore than He loves our neighbor. His love tank is so vast that it accommodates everyone. Had He only sent Jesus Christ to the rich or the poor in African households, His love would then be conditioned to those that qualified. What makes His love so unique and strange is that He loves the broken and the sinners. He loves those of us that are unlikeable and unattractive. He persuaded His only son to die gruesomely to have all of mankind at His bosom.
In the movies, opening doors and buying a bouquet of flowers is symbolic of love. In families, love is expressed in many different kind of forms. Even animals have ways in which they show affection. While all of that might stand out. It cannot be compared to the love of God. God can feel love, and He is love!