The Cross.

i've been doing a lot of thinking since last night, and these couple of excerpts from Max Lucado's The Cross keep rolling through my mind:
The ropes used to ties his hands and the soldiers used to lead him to the cross were unnecessary. They were incidental. Had they not been there, had there been no trial, no Pilate, and no crowd, the very same crucifixion would have occurred. Had Jesus been forced to nail himself to the cross, he would have done it. For it was not the soldiers who killed him, nor the screams of the mob: it was his devotion to us.

God on a cross. The ultimate act of creative compassion. The Creator being sacrificed for the creation. God convincing man once and for all that he would give anything, pay any price to save his children. He could have given up. He could have turned his back. He could have walked away from the wretched mess the world became, but he didn't.
God didn't give up.
we sing so often about this "amazing love"...yet do we even have an inkling of how amazing it truly is? i can't even begin to fathom the depth of such love....much less begin to love others in the same manner. wow.