Broken Servant

Broken, unworthy whatever you like to call it, there's no denying it; I'm a failure of a servant. All the time I stuff up, I mean if I were my master, I would have kicked me out of his house a long time ago. Long, long time ago. I mean, if I made a set of laws and my servant just continually broke them, I would have him fired at the very least.

But this is how it is with God, by all means God should just shove me out on the streets and shake his head at all of humanity. But he shows this unconditional love that just blows me away, he loves me, though he is righteous and cannot stand my failure. He loves me, though he is flawless, and I am a cracked, broken human.

I often feel like the aforementioned broken servant (which I am) but, I've come to the conclusion that my sin cannot make God love me any less (this does sound rather contradictory to my statement that God cannot stand my sin, but if your brother or sister or son or daughter is repeatedly annoying, or likewise would you just stop loving them point blank. Ok, some of you might, but you get the point, although this analogy is by no means perfect, rather rushed to be honest.) And my flaws cannot make me any 'less of a Christian,' if a man is missing a leg, does that make him less of a human? NO. If I am flawed, am I any 'less of a Christian.' No, I am human. All Christians in the history of EVER have been failures to God. If they cannot accept this they are WAY too proud.

Anyway, thats all for now. These thoughts don't make a whole heap of sense, almost a cacophony of ideas, but have fun with them.