Nothing is more glorious than love. Of it poems are written, songs are sung, movies are made, relationships are formed, and Scripture speaks. Would it be that the latter could govern all of the former, but modern culture seldom consults God’s word concerning the definition and parameters of love.
All four Gospels tell of the treachery of the top turncoat of all time, Judas Iscariot. The fourth Gospel mentions him the most and seems to understand him the best. John rightly reveals the fake disciple as a traitor, a thief, and a tool of the devil.
Death has long taken all of my grandparents and both of my parents, much too soon in almost every case. This makes my generation of the family up next, but death has yet to come knocking on my or any of my siblings’ door. However, it has recently reached out to a dear old friend.
John’s Gospel is full of light, but shadows linger. For every disciple there are more Pharisees. For every miracle, there are multitudes who remain unmoved. For every offer of free grace, there is an unyielding majority who remain steadfastly in slavery to sin. It is sad but true; the most common response to the gospel of belief, is unbelief.