Even More Than Infinite Love?

I have always been filled with the fires of the love of a God not old, and now to this has been joined the passion of the love of a young man. That love, dear earth, drives me to your salvation.

~ From “The Divine Romance” by Gene Edwards.

For you are a people holy to the LORD your God. The LORD your God has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession, out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth.
~ Deuteronomy 7:6

Think of it beloved. Our infinite G_d, emptied Himself and became also a man (John 3:16, Philippians 2:7ff). To His Omni-Love for us, He ADDED the love of the Perfect Man, Jesus Christ. Surely only G_d could be something even more than Infinite.

OH WOW, we have no idea who this Wonderful One is who Loves us! But one thing is for sure, He is really Good.

When (the Scripture) says that God loves man, it means that God loves man: not that He has some ‘disinterested’, because really indifferent, concern for our welfare, but that, in awful and surprising truth, we are the objects of His love. You asked for a loving God: you have one. The great spirit you so lightly invoked, the ‘lord of terrible aspect’, is present: not a senile benevolence that drowsily wishes you to be happy in your own way, not the cold philanthropy of a conscientious magistrate, not the care of a host who feels responsible for the comfort of his guests, but The Consuming Fire Himself, the Love that made the worlds, persistent as the artist’s love for his work and despotic as a man’s love for a dog, provident and venerable as a father’s love for a child, jealous, inexorable, exacting as love between the sexes. How this should be, I do not know…. We were made not primarily that we may love God (though we were made for that too) but that God may love us, that we may become the objects in which the Divine love may rest ‘well pleased’. (And) To ask that God’s love should be content with us as we are is to ask that God should cease to be God: because He is what He is, His love must, in the nature of things, be impeded and repelled, by the certain stains in our present character, and because He already loves us He must labour to make us lovable. ~C.S. Lewis