A friend recently tweeted something so simple, and yet so profound. He is jealous for ME. The more I thought about it, the more valuable and precious I felt. God is jealous for ME. He wants my love and attention, time and affection. He wants to KNOW by my actions, by how I spend my money and by how I treat others, that I have His agenda and best interest in mind. I felt like a young woman being asked on a date by her ideal man. Instantly, I’d been given flowers, and candy, and jewels and cards filled with sweet words of adoration. We are called and encouraged to adore Him; He chooses to and desires to adore us. Not the worshipful kind of adoration, the “I’m so in love with you” adoration.
In the middle of my romance, I remembered something that made me want to weep.I remembered once hearing Oprah speak about why she is more “open-minded” and “universal” in her Christianity than she used to be. She said that she was at church one day and the pastor taught on God being a jealous God. She realized that this jealous God could never be the god she chose to worship. Because this God was a flawed God. Jealousy, after all is a flaw. It was at this point that she embraced the idea that there were many ways to the Divine. God held out a gift to her. The gift of head over heels, crazy love..a passionate love that proved itself through death in order to save her life. She, at least for the moment, rejected it, for her own idea.
So, the same thought, God being jealous for me, brought me joy and her pain. The idea that God is jealous of things that steal my time from Him makes me want to put on a long flowing skirt and twirl. He cares for ME. He longs for all of my attention, and counts anything that distracts from Him as something He is jealous over. He is the lover of my soul.
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