Why on earth do I say God loves me?

Why on earth do I say God loves me?

Part 4

In my claim that God loves me, I am trying to be true to my experience. If I am wrong, and it is me all along, then I – and countless millions like me – have discovered an ability that is perhaps the most awesome human creation ever. Surely everyone should wish to learn the methods by which they can induce in themselves overwhelming experiences of the utmost love. However, if I am right, that there is a personal, active God, who loves me – and countless millions of others, it seems extremely likely that he loves you too. Surely everyone should wish to open themselves to meeting this person we call God. My experience is that I – no-one special, in fact someone whom I don’t regard very highly, so it’s not as though God is only selecting the best of us to bestow his love on – am the beneficiary of the utmost love. It never falters. I cannot control it to indulge myself whenever I want to, but every time God bestows his love on me it is the same indescribably wonderful experience. It does not depend on my worthiness. In fact, this God of love seems to be particularly loving at just those moments when I feel I’ve messed up and definitely don’t deserve to be loved. Again, you may want to do a clever bit of psychology here and say, “Aha, that’s the secret: it’s a mental defence mechanism that jumps into play to pick yourself up when you’re feeling down”. It’s a possibility, but, again, I simply say, if it’s a trick, isn’t it a trick that everyone should want to have up their sleeve?