God is the great King of all creation. I wonder what He thought as He created the world. I wonder if He thought of the cross, upon which He would die. I wonder if He thought of the many who would be people of faith in Him. I wonder if He thought of the suffering that mankind would have to endure as a result of rejecting Him; there is no excuse, there being so much evidence of God in creation. I wonder if He thought of His own glory that would come from saving even us.

He made man in His image, and I wonder that He did. He knew what kind of beings He wanted to create: those capable of love—of wanting Him. And then, when we fell, I wonder that He came. I marvel that He came. Nothing is better than the cross. The more I look at the rebellion of man—we turned on Him, lest we ever think otherwise—I marvel that He came as the figurehead of the human race, after Adam. I love my Lord Jesus. I wonder what He thought as He created this world. Do you believe in Him? Do you see in Him every answer of love you’ve ever longed to hear? I do, and I do.