We love [him] because he first loved us. –1 John 4:19
This morning, Kate has been running about the yard, barking at the geese and checking out the haunts of the neighborhood ground squirrels. As you’ve probably guessed, Kate is our dog, a Brittany Spaniel, given to us several years ago by a neighbor.
For the most part, Kate does all the things you’d want a dog to do. She growls and barks at intruders. She comes when you call her. Most importantly, she does things that should be done outside outside.
She also, on occasion, does things that aren’t particularly desirable. A couple of times, left on her own in the basement, she has dug through the trash to get at some enticing smell or another. When I come down and find the mess, though, Kate will cower on the floor. She knows she’s done wrong, and she doesn’t want me angry with her. She also, from time to time, runs off when we let her outside. Perhaps she chases a bird or some outside smell. We’ll yell for her to no avail. Inevitably, though, she’ll show up an hour or so later, returning home, the place where she gets food and water, a dry bed, and access to our bedroom during thunderstorms. From these actions, I deduce that Kate loves us.
Why does Kate love us? I’m not delusional enough to believe that there’s something particularly noble or lovable about us. And there’s nothing especially discerning about Kate. Kate loves us because we take care of her. It’s that simple.
Why do we love God? (The NIV leaves out the word “him,” although it is pretty clearly there in the Greek.) We don’t love God because we’re incredibly perceptive. We don’t love God because of his great qualities–at least not at first. We love him because he did something for us.
Let’s not be prideful in our love. We’re like Kate, barking at the door. We’ve run off or been in the trash, but God still loves us, feeds us, and shelters us. God is certainly man’s best friend.