Love Works

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“The safety box of God in heaven.”



The fear of losing to theft that which is precious to man has generated the lock and key industry along with the alarm, insurance and safety box business.

 

As soon as a baby is born, he is given his first doses of oral vaccines to shield him from possible illnesses that might rob him of health. 



 

Who among the normal and loving parents want to bring a child into the world to be left unattended and alone?

 

Who among godly parents or grandparents do not trained up a child in the way he should go so when he is old he will not depart from it?

 

My grandmother taught me to speak by repeating after her “The Lord’s Prayer.”



 

In the same way I am trying to teach my granddaughter Aaliyah Kay who is only seven months old to say as her first word the name of “Jesus.”

 

Scripture teaches that, “As a drop of water is equal to another drop, so one man’s heart is equal to another.” Aaliyah Kay is not that much different from me. Love works. It worked in me. 



 

I try to mentor each of my children and grandchildren by loving them and teaching them about Jesus as my grandma did to me while I have the opportunity in the conviction that “love works.”

 

My hope is to, “...prepare their minds for action...” as 1 Peter 1:13a encourages every believer to be like God who said,

“Be Holy, because I am holy.”


Holiness starts and ends in Jesus.

 

When my grandma talks to me about Jesus, it was God the Father who she was trying to communicate to me.  

 

My love and respect for grandma, who loved Jesus and the Father was such that I always had a “good opinion” about God and Jesus.



 

If grandma thought so highly of God, it was good enough for me.
 Though my father died before I was born and my mother lived her own life as a teenage widow, my grandparents loved me exceedingly well and that had a powerful impact only second to Jesus. 



 

Unbeknownst to me I developed a vocation for the things of God because of my love for my grandma. I became an altar boy and member of the Church choir and a craftsman who made crosses.

 

Somehow I got the idea that Jesus needed my help in caring the cross. Joseph of Arimathea was my hero for most of my life.
 I never could think evil of God in the worst times of my life.



 

I figured that if God existed and took all the trouble to create the world and me, he could not be bad. Even the worst parents have some love for their kids.

 

I was never terrified of God even in my rebellious teenager and university years. But I did have a respect and reverence for the concept of God instilled in me by my grandmother’s love for God and Jesus.




(If it is proper to break for a commercial, this is a good time: “Grandparents are God’s secret weapons and that is because parents can’t help to talk well about them and children are looking for someone who love them other than parents to strengthen their mustard seed size faith”. “Hip, Hip hurray” for grandparents.
 They don’t do much but what they do counts and is used by God.)




 

Our new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade kept in heaven for us, who through faith are shielded by God’s power (In his strong safety box in heaven) until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time”






⁶ In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. ⁷ These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. ⁸ Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, ⁹ for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 
1 Peter 1: 6 to 9.

 

I cannot believe that there was a time when I was so stupid, blind and ignorant not to love and believe in God. I increasingly find God likeable, lovable and adorable in the full sense of the word. I guess I am crazy about God in Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit.

 

Fear not the thief my friends, your hope is a sure thing because it is out of their reach and in heaven and shielded by God himself as in a safety box. There are no thieves in heaven anyway.
 Where your treasures are there your heart shall also be.
Live and sleep secure for he watches over your inheritance.

My hope is to, “...prepare our minds for action...” as 1 Peter 1:13a

 

Remember him who said, “From my father’s hand no one can snatch him away.”

 

Your co-inheritor.


Gerry Gutierrez.

 

PS. The pictures are of my Grandma, my mother and me and Aaliyah Kay last granddaughter and the rest of my grandchildren.