Jesus lived and died love. He left his posse one command. Love each other. His love was extreme; leaving the 99, touching the unclean, cuddling babies, enlisting tax collectors, seeing the invisible, washing feet, forgiving freely and spontaneously, laying down his life. Not even a tomb could restrain his love.
Without thinking about it, when I preset my dial to God’s ability, there’s a good chance I will miss his availability. In my darkest hour, I don’t need a God who can flex. I need one with arms wide open for a hug.