That's the heart of it. Agape. The love that doesn't wait for you to deserve it. The love that gives itself when giving makes no sense. The love that laid down His life for the very ones who rejected Him—and keeps holding out His hand two thousand years later. "What is beautiful? Laying down your life for people who rejected You and hate You." That's the cross. That's the scandal. That's the only thing that can break a heart made of stone. Not argument. Not force. Just love. Love that doesn't keep score. Love that doesn't wait for you to get it right. Love that says "while you were still sinning, I died for you." And now? We celebrate evil. We entertain the idea that darkness should have a seat at the table. But Lucifer didn't die for you. He hates you—not because of who you are, but because of Whose you are. You're loved by the One he rebelled against, and that love is an insult he can't bear. So yes. Call on Him. Not because you have something to offer. Because He already offered everything. Not because you can clean yourself up. Because He's not asking you to. Just come. Just believe. Just let yourself be loved. "He loves you so much, I love you too... but not like He does." That's the only honest way to say it. Any love we have is just a reflection. A shadow. A faint echo of the love that spoke worlds into being and then became flesh to die for the ones who didn't want Him. Thank you for this. For the truth. For the love. For the reminder that the most beautiful thing in the universe is a love we didn't earn and can never lose. 💕💕💕