God at His Best

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)

To see God’s greatness is to take a look at Him when He looked at man. God looked at the condition of man and concluded that there is no one who is righteous; they should all perish and deserve it. And this great God, who is completely just, showed another aspect of His character called love. God looked at us through eyes of love and mercy, in spite of his justice, and worked out a judicial agreement with His Son. And Jesus accepted the responsibility to come down and die a substitutionary, death for us.

God, who has a love I cannot comprehend, who has a mercy and grace I cannot touch –loved me so much that He gave His only begotten Son, who knew no sin, so that we might become children of God. We’ve buried great teachers from other religions. They’re still dead. Buddha is still dead. Mohammed is still dead. Confucius is still dead. But early Sunday morning we have something strange on our hands. Jesus arose and declared, “Divine power is in my hands. And I’m alive forevermore.” Jesus died for our sins, rose for our justification.

God is at His best when he saves lost souls.

He wasn’t His best when he created the heavens and the earth;
He wasn’t His best when he made man;
He wasn’t His best when he called the Red Sea to separate;
He wasn’t His best when he sent manna from on high;
He wasn’t His best with the virgin birth;
He wasn’t His best with the miracles of the resurrection of the dead.

But God is at His best when he saved me. "He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit.” Titus 3:5, Every time He saves a lost soul, that’s God at His best. Not the moon and stars. Not the hills and mountains. Not the trees and valleys. Not the rivers and lakes and oceans. But God picking up a sinner and making him a preacher,
Picking up a prostitute and making her a singer,
Picking up people down and out and putting them on their feet,
Causing us to stand and say, “Glory, He saved me. I’m saved.” That’s God, at His best.
It took a miracle to put that sun in place.
It took a miracle to put the moon in space.
But when God saved my soul, cleansed and made me whole, that was God at His best.


Selah