THE DEPT OF HIS LOVE

  1jhn 3:1 Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.

I heard a story of a young lad. He lived in a big house, he had no one to play with as all he lived with were grown ups; and as grown ups, always had a thing or two to do. He gained as many toys as his heart desired, but not the biggest bears nor the the fanciest airplane could quench a desire for true friendship and company. he wished for one he could greet every morning, say goodnight to every night, discuss extensively about his daily encounter, new found knowledge from books he was already getting bored of. someone he could run along the beach with. He was growing up so fast and needed someone to talk to, someone, anyone.
and so He cried to his father and tendered his plight, The father thus ordered for the creation of a robotic toy, it was the closest to man as could ever be. He could talk, laugh, even had a mind of its own. The boy received it with gladness and was overjoyed, he ran out of the house to play with his new found friend. he would spend hours, chating, singing and lots more. he had real fellowship with it. it became his one and only companion, his friend. he loved it beyond words, he cherished it so much, even let it sleep beside him.

One beautiful morning, he woke up, turned his hands to feel his toy, but it wasn't there, he searched beneath the bed, maybe i had kicked it down he taught to himself, but it was not there. He ran to the pallor, the living room, the dinning room, the kitchen, the bathroom, master room, toilet, maybe, just maybe i left it somewhere close he cried this time.

As a last resort, he ran to his Father, my friend is gone he managed to say with tears in his eyes,
My son. last night a thief broke into the house, there may have gotten to your friend the Dad said. He felt sorry for the young lad.
Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, he ran into his fathers arm for comfort, am sorry dear the father said trying so hard to console.

For years, the taught of his lost friend never stopped haunting him, he scouted all the toy shops around, placed banners on every wall, he just never stopped searching.

One faithful sunny day, he strolled into a toy shop as his manner was, looking out for his toy. He had bought toys upon toys, but none satisfied him like his friend, none was of such comfort. He looked again, just above the counter stood his lost toy, he ran to the salesman, that is my toy he cried.
A young man sold it to me am sorry, if you want it, you'll have to earn it said the man. how much is it says the young lad.
he got the price, it was expensive as it could be, he ran back home, emptied his savings and counted in every penny, went back to the shop and bought back his toy.

This length has our friend Jesus gone to restore us back to himself, the Devil stole us from him, deceiving us into sinning against him, and for thousands of years, he sort for ways to reconcile us back to Himself. From the times of Noah, to Enoch, to Abraham even until Israel, he sort for a friend, one he once loved from the very beginning, he couldn't restore us entirely to himself even yet, he took the pain, left his throne, his glory, came to earth, this corrupted world, paid the price by dying on that tree(cross) went to hell and collected the keys to death, defeating the Devil our adversary, and at last said it was finished
He rose again and He is alive, still calling, to as many that would hear him call, open the door of their heart, he promised to come in and dine with us.
This is the dept of His love for us.