So if you are going to read this post, I need you to take a minute and decide that you are not going to be judgemental and that you will keep reading even if you get skeptical.
OK…did you get there?
Great, I will continue then.
I just read Twilight again. (Remember the exercise above!) I promise this is not a post about Twilight, but something I read in there triggered this thought, so I have to bring it up. You don’t have to like or care about Twilight to keep reading this post. So here we go.
So there are these two characters, Bella and Jasper, that are having a conversation. You need to know that Bella is the main, human, character that is in love with a vampire and is always getting herself in dangerous situations. Jasper is the vampire brother of the vampire that she is in love with and has the power/gift to control the emotions of people around him. Like if someone is anxious (Bella always is), he can calm them down. He can also feel the emotions of the people around him. In this scene, there are some vampires hunting Bella and Jasper’s whole family is going to fight them. Bella is opposed to this because she doesn’t want them to get hurt. They are standing in a room together and this conversation happens (Bella is narrating):
Jasper and I looked at each other. He stood across the length of the entryway from me . . . being careful.
“You’re wrong, you know,” he said quietly.
“What?” I gasped.
“I can feel what you’re feeling now – and you are worth it.”
“I’m not,” I mumbled. “If anything happens to them, it will be for nothing.”
“You’re wrong,” he repeated, smiling kindly at me.
So this triggered me into another thought. I so often feel that I am not worth it. Why does God even waste time on a person like me? We often say that we are unworthy of God, and we are. I mean, this is the God that created the whole world. The God that put every star and galaxy into place with the flick of his little finger. We are unworthy of that God. But were we worth it?
This dialogue made me think of God with both of His hands out. In one hand was a picture of Jesus. His perfect, sinless, beautiful, kind, loving, only Son. In the other hand is a picture of me. Dirty, sinful, arrogant, prideful, constantly messing up, learning the hard way, me. He literally had to choose. It doesn’t seem like much of a choice to me.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son …
Translation: WORTH IT