Known

When I look at the cities, the skyscrapers and traffic, the towers and people — it gives a whole new depth to the grace of being “known,” of being “seen,” of being “wanted.”

It’s staggering, the people dancing in streets I will never visit, living stories I will never hear, in places I will never go. And yet — here I stand, with an identity and hope and foundation secure: known.

I read on the plane above the clouds, “How God thinks of us is infinitely…important. To please God…to be loved by God, not merely pitied, but delighted in as an artist delights in his work or a father in a son —it seems impossible, a weight or burden of glory which our thoughts can hardly sustain. But so it is” (CS Lewis).

God — a Creator seeing our stories, knowing our hearts, holding us close. He cares for the paths of our feet, the work of our hands (Psalm 139). He knows us and loves us, right here — nothing hidden. It seems impossible, too good. But so it is.

As we stood on the sky deck overlooking the city, my friend turned to me and murmured, “It makes you feel small, doesn’t it? But in the best way.” In a way that is true. It a way that is real. We are small, yes. But we are also fully known and truly loved - here, today.

Friend, you are not forgotten in this crowd, on your journey, in this place. If the good news is true (it is!), if God is real (He is!), if Love has come (it has!), then even as we stare at skyscrapers and marvel at all that is grand, we can claim it as true, our real identity: known. & loved forever and ever.

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