I am holding my youngest child. He, like all humans, is precious, but he is especially dear to me. I think, how do people who do not believe in God handle the uncertainty of loss? I can barely stand it and I know that God loves my little ones, holds them dear.
But then I have also experienced loss…almost unbearable.
I think it is a little like this–imagine you owned the Mona Lisa. Imagine that there was a growing group of people who asserted that it was worthless, just a waste of oil and pigment. But you believed. You believed it was the work of a genius, a one of a kind miracle of human art. People scoffed, but you believed. But you also worried. What if someone took it? Destroyed it? What if something happened to it?
Then you find out about the most wonderful insurance policy. Not only will the insurer offer to cover your loss, he does it for free (because he is a huge Leonardo fan!!) and he does not insure it for money–he guarantees the restoration of the original. No matter what happens you get Mona back, better looking, more vivid and more valuable than ever before.
That is not so much an analogy of the workings of faith. It is analogy for the love of a perfect Parent. It is a picture of Divine Love holding us close, his masterpieces, insured against loss.
Again. Let me be explicit. You read this? You are his masterpiece. Do not let that kind of love slip through your grasp…