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He is the love of my life, the light in the darkness, the warmth in the cold, the fire that can even burn without oxygen, the tree that always bears beautiful, perfect and sweet fruit. The beginning and the end, he is everything, and he did die for me. For (You). For us all. He felt all the sins, all the rape, all the killing, the hate and grief and sadness on that Cross that day. His bones were exposed, his innards hanging out from his belly as he was carrying that cross.
He endured it all, had to go through it for you and me. Only a ever loving father would do such a thing. Tell me, if you have children, wouldn't you do the same? And when you did, and they look at you, and then spit at you and say, "My eyes played me a trick, you don't love me, you don't own me, I am my own"
Would you not be sad? And mad? But even them, God still loves. But if they never repent, never say "I believe" They will be forever seperated from God. I don't know what that means, if they will suffer forever in hell, or simply cease to exist. And I don't want to know. Fact is, you have a loving father, a Person, the creator of this Universe, who loves you more than you can even fathom, Imagine the love you had for the person you loved the most ever, now multiply this feeling by infinity. This is how much he loves you.
Come back, he is waiting with open warm arms of pure light and love.
