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16 February 2011

Laying Bare

This week's hostess is Michelle Massaro

Reading all the excerpts shared this month, and discussing falling for heroes, has made me think back to other tender scenes I've encountered. Many stories make our hearts beat faster or awaken a deep longing within us—both in books and movies—and one such story is The Notebook. Yeah, yeah, it's often ridiculed by the guys. But women everywhere swoon. Why? Because in the movie we see a man who loves a woman—even when she doesn't know him.

Sound familiar?

We've been having a pitter-patter love fest here at COTT the past few weeks with all these Romantic Moments, and as we come down off the sugar rush of Valentine's candy it occurred to me that no Valentine's month would be complete without focusing on our first love. And I don't mean the boy you kissed behind the bleachers in seventh grade, or even prince charming. I'm talking about the King of Kings. Today I thought it only appropriate to turn my eyes upward.

John 1:10 tells us that He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him.

So The Notebook in this way is a picture of Christ loving his bride, the church. Christ is the lover of our souls!

We also read in Romans 5:8 that while we were still sinners Christ died for us. And from John 15:13 we know Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.

His love is not based on what we do or how we look. It's not based on seduction, flirtation, or how we make Him feel. He loves us for who we are; He loves us when we are exposed.

Isn't it breath-takingly romantic when a husband finds his wife most beautiful first thing in the morning, before she's applied her makeup and arranged her hair just right? So also, we need no "beauty tricks" to win Him. We don't need to hide our flaws, whether physical or spiritual. We couldn't if we tried—all things are laid bare before Him. And yet He loves us. Enough to die.

That's what I call a hero.

What other pictures of Christ have you found in romantic stories? Or, share how He captures your heart.
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April Gardner said... Wednesday, 16 February, 2011

"We don't need to hide our flaws, whether physical or spiritual. We couldn't if we tried—all things are laid bare before Him. And yet He loves us. Enough to die.
That's what I call a hero."

I've often thought about what a book would be like if the hero were patterned after Christ. If the heroine's god-father were a figure of God the Father. I've thought about it and thought about it, but it just wouldn't work. God's love story toward us is just too amazing, too far beyond what our human minds can comprehend to narrow it down to a novel. It just cant' get any better than the Bible itself. Isn't that the understatement of the year?
I'll now be looking at heros in books for a comparison to Christ. Great post!

Michelle Massaro said... Wednesday, 16 February, 2011

Thanks, April. No, nothing can truly compare! The best we can do is bring to life an aspect or two of comparison to personify in our limited way. But even that little bit is always deeply moving isn't it? I love a good sacrifice in romance stories!

JoAnn Durgin said... Wednesday, 16 February, 2011

Faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is...love. We love because God first loved us enough to send His only Son to die for us. We need to celebrate that love, absorb that love and wrap others in His love..and our own. What can I say? I'm a Christian romance writer, and I LOVE love!
Blessings all!

Michelle Massaro said... Thursday, 17 February, 2011

I'm with ya, JoAnn! Remember this song?

"I'm my beloved's and He is mine, His banner over me is love"

It's also a scripture of course, but I tend to hear it in melody when I think of it. What a powerful love we get to partake of!

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