“Though you have not seen Jesus, you love him …” (1 Pet. 1:8)
Lord Jesus, of course we love you, and we do so because you first loved us—with a love measured by the gift of your life to give us life. But comparing our current grasp of your greatness and grace, to what remains to be revealed, is like comparing a 15-inch charcuterie plate to a 50 feet long banqueting table filled with “the richest of fare” (Isa. 55:2}.
There’s so much more to know and love about you, Jesus. We’re mere babes standing before the Alps of grace-wonder—neophyte prospectors of the inexhaustible riches of the Gospel. We’re young children with water wings, wading into the bottomless ocean of your beauty and goodness—mere eaglets waiting to soar the skies of your majesty and magnificence.. Jesus, increase our capacity for loving and marveling at you.
Keep us magnetically drawn to you and insatiably thirsty for you, till we no longer know you in part (1 Cor.13:9). It will be the sweetest Day ever when we stop parceling out our love to competing affections, temporal ditties, and empty nothings (1 Sam. 12:21). Single, whole-hearted “smitten-ness” is what you deserve, Jesus.
May every idol we reach for fail us, all our broken cisterns stay bone-dry, and each self-staring fantasy we create quickly become an embarrassing flop. Jesus, only you can fill our heart-vacuum, heal our soul-ache, resolve these unrelenting inward groans (Rom. 8:23). Keep us redemptively discontent and eager for that eternal Day. So Very Amen.