This Saturday, my family and I will be heading down to U of I to drop my brother off for college. I think this whole experience of getting my brother ready for college and sending him away was a lot harder on my parents then they thought. I don't think my mom expected to get choked up every time she thought of not seeing her little boy sitting at the dinner table with us, or sitting on the couch watching the cubs game. And we all know that these next four years for Nick will be some of the best years of his life, yet its still hard to see him go.
A long time ago, a friend told me that God has no emotion. And while at the time I didn't really think much about his statement, I now disagree with it more then ever.
I can't help but think of what God was feeling when He sent His precious son down to earth. And instead of knowing that His son will have an incredible experience, the Father knew that He was sending His son into a life of persecution, and an excruciatingly painful death on the cross. God knew that it had to be done, yet with God being a God of compassion, I don't think it was necessarily easy to see His son go through what He did. But at the same time, the Father would be willing to send His Son into sin for me.
I think that if we say that God has no emotion, it totally degrades the significance of His sacrifice. With all of this in mind, my eyes are slowly being opened to the beauty of grace.
