So she came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one Jesus loved, and said, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we don’t know where they have put him!” (John 20:2, NIV)
Do you know what my favorite part of that verse is? John wrote it and he refers to himself as “[the disciple] Jesus loved.”
I don’t think John was being smug here; I don’t think he meant to infer that Jesus loved him more than the other disciples or that he loved only him. No, I think John was so in awe of this fact–that Jesus, the Son of God, the Messiah, would actually love him, in spite of his many flaw–that he couldn’t help but mention it.
It is an awesome thing. And humbling.
And it’s a reminder that Jesus loves me, too. In spite of my flaws; in spite of the fact that I’ve betrayed him, disobeyed him, dishonored him, lied to him, and let him down in every conceivable way. Still he loves me.
Though it was my sin that put him on the cross, he loves me. Though I make promises I have no hope of keeping, he loves me. Though I fail him daily, he loves me.
It’s awesome, it’s humbling, and if it wasn’t there in the black and white I wouldn’t believe it.
And every day I’m thankful. So thankful to be Michael, the one who Jesus loves.