We make a hundred decisions every day, most of which, concern us. Do we ever stop to think about what we say and do and how these things affect God? Many of us never consider that we are important enough for God to notice. We are stunned to discover that He is watching us with such interest that he knows how many breaths we have taken on any particular day. He catches all of our tears in a bottle. He has numbered the hairs on our head. We discover that He fashioned us in our mother’s womb and planned all the wonderful days of our life for us, before we were born.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me —Psalms 139:16
You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book? —Psalms 56:8
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. —Luke 12:7
It is incredible to consider that God actually writes down the words we say in books, and saves them for us to be read later when we arrive at His home.
The Lord said that He suffers when we are suffering. He grieves for those who will not be saved by Him. He endures thousands of years in which He watches our despair, loneliness and struggles during our life. He has been watching us cry and moan, suffer and travail for a very long time.
He cares so deeply about how we feel—I wonder if many care How He feels?
How would you feel if your entire life had been planned around the existence of creatures who ignore you, rarely thank you, come to you, or accept your offer of eternal life? Would you grow tired of asking people you love so dearly, over and over again, to come home?
Even God has a limit for how long He will continue to stretch out His hands in welcome. There is a time and place where His grace runs out and judgment falls. It happened during the days of Noah. It happened with the Canaanites. It was the sad end to the people of Sodom and Gomorrah. God has a limit in his waiting for us.
The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in mercy. He will not always strive with us, nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor punished us according to our iniquities. For as the heavens are high above the earth, so great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear Him.For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust. —Psalms 103:8-14
Would you be willing to wait an entire lifetime for someone to ask your forgiveness? Would you give the life of your son, to be tortured and brutally murdered for people who would never even thank you? Jesus knew while on the cross that He was dying for the sins of the whole world. Even people He knew would never receive Him, Jesus chose to die for these also; so each would know the depth of God’s love.
How would you feel as you watched men tear the flesh from your son’s body while they laughed and scorned him? Would you feel the urge to lash out and destroy those who brought your child so much suffering? Could you wait generation after generation for a very small number who would hear what your son had done and believe upon Him?
There is not one amongst us who would endure what God has been subjected to. He has given the world His only Son. He watched Jesus be brutalized and torn to pieces. He has stood resolute and held back His judgement for the world so that every person might have the opportunity to really understand what Jesus has done for them and be saved.
Do you care how God feels? Does it move your heart to know what He has been through for these thousands of years? Do you feel any emotion at knowing that His love is so great that He continues to wait, perhaps even today, for you?
Are you grieved that every day, 151,600 people die, most of these, without Christ and are lost forever. They didn’t have to be lost. It was not God’s will that any should perish but that all should come to repentance and be saved. Despite God’s powerful sovereignty and unlimited abilities, He cannot force anyone to be saved. Imagine how hard this must be for God to have done everything that could be done and people still die without forgiveness and face judgments for their sins.
It is all so unnecessary. Every person born on this good earth could live in heaven and enjoy the beauty and perfection of God’s creation if they would only do one thing: believe. Just receive Jesus’ death on the cross as the payment for their sins. If they would, God would save us all and none would be lost.
Sadly, people will not say yes to God and they remain unwilling till their last breath. They pass into the darkness and torments of hell where the demons await them. They hear laughter and scorn, “have you become as weak as we?” They hear the echo of their own words endlessly: “why, why, why did you not believe?” This place was never created for any human being. Hell was made for the devil and his angels. We find later in the book of Revelation, chapter 20 that these who refuse God’s offer of forgiveness “have no other place found for them.” Having exhausted all of God’s mercy and patience they end up in a place that now includes people who refused to be saved. As heaven is the eternal reward for obeying God’s command to repent, and believe; hell is the eternal reward for those who refuse and are lost.
How does this make God feel? We can only imagine, but knowing that it was not His will for them to be lost in the first place, He must feel like any father would who has lost a child and grieves for them forever.
I wonder how it makes you feel when the prodigal won’t come home?
I wonder how it makes you feel when he’d rather be on his own?
I wonder what it’s like for you when a lamb has gone astray?
I wonder what it’s like for you when your children disobey?
It must be like another thorn struck in your brow
It must be like another close friend’s broken vow
It must be like another nail right through your wrist
It must be just like
Just like Judas’ kiss
I wonder how it makes you feel when no one seeks your face?
I wonder how it makes you feel when they give up in the race?
I wonder what it’s like for you when they willingly disobey?
I wonder what it’s like for you when they willingly walk away?
—Judas Kiss, Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 22: 47, 48