Agape

I shot bolt upright on my bed after a pleasant dream. It was 3:01 am when I checked the time. In the dream, I was carrying a baby I knew.

The baby’s mother had just handed him over to me, when as my right hand touched his smooth buttocks, something warm bulged and filled the diapers.

I straight away knew that the child had pooped. And the mother happily took him back and wiped his behind as she placed fresh diapers on the baby as the baby giggled and played not mindful of the mess it had done.

The mother of the baby disappeared, and instead it was God playing with the baby both on its clean times and ‘dirty’ times. Then I heard God say,

“Listen to Me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, you who have been borne by Me from your birth, carried from the womb: Even to your old age I am He, and even to hair white with age will I carry you. I have made, and I will bear; yes, I will carry and will save you. (Isaiah 46:3-4)”

He continued to say,

“When a mother has a child, she is never worried about how many times the child will get dirty. She’ll clean him or her right from the diaper messing, to when the child is four and returns to the house after playing in the mud.”

“In the same way, I clean you. It’s never been a burden. It’s a cost that comes with every child. But if every mother considered the dirt their children would bring, then they would cast out their wombs to avoid carrying child. But that’s all temporary.”

“At one moment, the child grows, and understands what is dirt. He’s mature enough not to wet himself but to run to the toilet and ease. This dirt is sin. It’s like easing yourself. It comes with the child. It comes with every being.”

“If you think I’ll hate you for easing yourself, then you’re nuts. It is like saying I’ll punish you for breathing. When you were still a child, no parent counts the number of times they changed your diapers! It must have been a thousand. I neither don’t count how many times I have to clean you, and change your diapers. If a parent knows how many exact times they changed their child’s diapers while it was still a babe, then I myself would like to meet them.”

“I enjoy doing it as you giggle for me. I enjoy seeing you play and having joy. I enjoy washing you. Applying powder and all. I had you from my womb, and so I’ll bear cleaning you, until you’re old enough to use the toilet. Until you’re old enough to stay away from unintentionally dirting yourself. Until you’re old enough to make a handsome prince, or a beautiful queen.”

“This is my love. I made you, and I’ll bear. Every mess of a sin. I wiped it all as you damaged your diapers. But take note that I never counted the times you did the damage. What’s the use! It is well. Don’t be condemned. Have a clear conscience. Even I recall changing your diapers, but I can’t recall what color of poo mess you made any day. I can’t remember at all.”

“And also, I don’t see any child remember how their mother (or father) wiped them as a baby…”

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“Hebrews 8:12 For I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.”

God has decided to have selective amnesia by forgetting all your sin; past, present and future…just like a parent knows a baby will mess their diapers again. Like the mother in the story above, (though we humans sometime sigh at the umpteenth time of diaper changing), God never grows weary of cleaning you.

No child as well remembers when and how their parent cleaned them. If God Himself says He won’t remember the times we messed up, who are we then to remind Him of those times. We are not the first babies He has had. We are not the last either. He’s been in this diaper-changing thing for years!

Some siblings of ours (like David, Paul) did such bad poo, and yet He loved them ever unconditionally and cleaned them, yet He never scolded them at once for their messing. You’ve never killed a person & you think you’ve done worse poo than them! Come’ on!

Rise up child. It won’t be the last time you mess the diapers. God’s love far outweighs the messing. He’ll continue wiping and forgetting. You too shall forget what you’ve messed as well! Are your diapers heavy? Come, He won’t only give you new diapers, but rest as well!

This is the love of God.

(Having 6 days to my birthday, what a timely message for a baby🤗)