The Be-All-End-All, God’s Redeeming Love

Then, by constantly using your faith, the life of Christ will be released deep inside you, and the resting place of his love will become the very source and root of your life. Ephesians 3:17 (TPT).

The day I met Dalton, I can’t remember if I woke up “blank”—or if I was feeling a bit out-of-whack, for whatever reason. A dream. A concern about some unresolved, unsettling issue. An unfinished project. A misguided friend.

But I do know that my ammo for the day ahead was this: “Lord, you love me.”

I know, because uttering those words into the universe is the best part of my daily ritual. (In addition, it’s coffee in hand, nestling on the back porch sofa, and watching my dogs run around relieving themselves—all as the early morning summer sun creeps into my back yard around 5:30 a.m.)

“Lord, You love me. Lord, You love me. Thank you! You love me!”

When I repeat it enough times, I begin to feel it. Then I know His love is “resting” on me.

Some days I spend quite of bit of time just sitting there, basking.

The reason I do this is because I am keenly aware that apart from His Love, I can do nothing.

His love is the be-all-end-all, as far as I’m concerned.

A Distinct Thought Came to Me

Later in the afternoon, I went to the store to grab a few groceries.

As I walked through the electronic front door, a distinct thought came to me: “You should exercise your faith while you’re here and give away some of the love I lavished on you this morning.”

Of course, within about 30 seconds, I spotted a sickly young adult man whose entire head was wrapped in a tan-colored gauze. He was pushing around a bag of fluids that were being injected into his arm. Another gentleman was with him. Probably his father, I surmised.

“Well, there he is,” I thought. But it would take me a minute to gather my courage. To stall, I went down an aisle and came back out—at which point I almost ran slap dap into the two unsuspecting shoppers!

The young man had his back turned to me. “I have to do this. I want to do this,” I thought. I went up behind him and tapped him gently on the shoulder. He turned.

“Hi, I can pray for you. Would you like that?”

The young man’s gauzed head towered over mine.

“S-sure,” he said. He was a bit stunned.

“So, tell me, what’s going on?” I asked.

“I have brain cancer,” he replied.

“Wow,” I said. “God loves you. It might not seem that way. But I know He does. And He wants to heal you.”

I put my hand on his shoulder.

“I bless you in His name. And I bless you in the name of His Son, Jesus. Do you know Him?”

“Yes, I do.”

I smiled, continuing to look up into his eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Dalton,” he said.

“How old are you, Dalton?”

“Thirty-one.”

“You have a lot of life to live!”

Dalton’s eyes were still locked into mine.

I continued, “Dalton, be healed, in the name of Jesus. I speak to that cancer, and I tell it to go, now. Any covenants with death that have been made over your life, I break now, in the name of Jesus. Any agreements with hell that you or anyone else has made against you, I break, also, in His name.”

I paused.

“Dalton, live, to proclaim the goodness of God!”

I was finished.

Dalton had never stopped looking into my eyes, which were glistening, at this point.

Then he surprised me. Abruptly, he bent over and gave me a big hug, right there in the middle of the store!

“Thank you,” he said. His hug felt like one my own children would give me.

At this point, I realized we were a bit in the way of other shoppers.

As I backed off to get out of everyone’s way, I got in one last word: “Get a vision of it!” I was almost yelling it out.

“Your healing! See yourself, in your mind’s eye, healed. Keep doing that!”

Dalton and his dad were still standing there as I departed, both smiling and nodding in agreement.

The point: To know how much God loves you—and to be aware that His love “rests” on you—is to have the most powerful frequency in the universe pouring through you. This is how we become change agents, transmitting His love everywhere we go. People we touch get healed and transformed in the process. It’s not us doing the healing. It’s God’s love in us doing it.

Tongues will cease. Prophecies will fade away. Words of knowledge will be forgotten. But God’s love will never fail, fade, become obsolete, or come to an end.

"That’s why God’s love is the “be-all-end-all!”

“Then, by constantly using your faith, the life of Christ will be released deep inside you, and the resting place of his love will become the very source and root of your life. Then you will be empowered to discover what every holy one experiences—the great magnitude of the astonishing love of Christ in all its dimensions. How deeply intimate and far-reaching is his love! How enduring and inclusive it is! Endless love beyond measurement that transcends our understanding—this extravagant love pours into you until you are filled to overflowing with the fullness of God!” Ephesians 3:17-19 (TPT).

“This is love: He loved us long before we loved him. It was his love, not ours. He proved it by sending his Son to be the pleasing sacrificial offering to take away our sins” 1 John 4:10 (TPT).

“We have come into an intimate experience with God’s love, and we trust in the love he has for us. God is love! Those who are living in love are living in God, and God lives through them” 1 John 4:16 (TPT).