You're something special

We want to know how long God's love will endure. Not just on Easter Sunday when our shoes are shined and our hair is fixed. Not when I'm peppy and positive and ready to tackle world hunger. Not then. I know how he feels about me then. Even I like me then.

I want to know how he feels about me when I snap at anything that moves, when my thoughts are gutter-level, when my tounge is sharp enough to slice a rock. How does he feel about me then?
Can anything separate us from the love Christ has for us?

God answered our question before we asked it. So we'd see his answer, He lit the sky with a star. So we'd hear it, He filled the night with a choir; and so we'd believe it, He did it with no man had ever dreamed. He became flesh and dwelt among us.

He placed his hand on the shoulder of humanity and said. "You're something special".