Because He Chooses To...
by Max Lucado
Love. We've all but worn out the word. This morning I used love to describe my feelings toward my wife and toward peanut butter. Far from identical emotions. I've never proposed to a jar of peanut butter (though I have let one sit on my lap during a television show). Overuse has defused the word, leaving it with the punch of a butterfly wing.
Biblical options still retain their starch. Scripture employs an artillery of terms for love, each one calibrated to reach a different target. Consider the one Moses used with his followers: "The LORD chose your ancestors as the objects of his love" (Deut.10:15 NLT).
This passage warms our hearts. But it shook the Hebrews' world. They heard this: "The Lord binds himself to his people." Hasaq speaks of a tethered love, a love attached to something or someone. I'm picturing a mom connected by a child harness to her rambunctious five-year-old as the two of them walk through the market. (I once thought the leashes were cruel; then I became a dad.) The strap serves two functions, yanking and claiming. You yank your kid out of trouble and in doing so proclaim, "Yes, he is as wild as a banshee. But he's mine."
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