The playwright Arthur Miller wrote a
memoir in the late 1980s. Miller had a
lot of great stories to tell; he had written acclaimed plays (including Death of a Salesman and The Crucible) and movies. He had interacted with some of the most famous people in the
history of the entertainment business.
But what most people were eager to read about was his marriage to
Marilyn Monroe. In the book, Miller describes
watching Monroe fall deeper into despair and drug addiction during the filming
of The Misfits, the movie he wrote. One evening, after a doctor had been
persuaded to give Marilyn yet another shot and she was sleeping, Miller stood
watching her. "I found myself straining to imagine miracles," he
writes. "What if she were to wake and I were able to say, 'God loves you,
darling,' and she were able to believe it! How I wished I still had my religion
and she hers." A little more than a
year and a half later, she was dead.
That’s
a heartbreaking story, and it’s hard for me not to think of that when I see a
picture of Marilyn Monroe or watch one of her movies. Yet it also makes me realize how fortunate I
am that I can say with confidence “God loves us.” But how can I have this confidence? Last week we looked at that statement in v.
8, “God is love.” But is that
proof? Some may not be convinced. An abusive husband will often tell his wife,
“You know that I love you.” A crooked
politician says to his potential constituents, “I love all the people of my
district.” How do we know that it’s not
just words when God says He loves us?
And even if He’s sincere, what good does it really do for God to feel
this way about us? Last week, I read in a second-grade class at McNamara.
It was my last time with those kids for this school year, and I told them
I hoped to see them again next year. One
little girl raised her hand and said I wouldn’t be seeing her, because she was
going to another school. Simultaneously
several students said “Yes!” The teacher
quickly reprimanded those kids, and I tried to soften things for that little
girl, but there was nothing either of us could do to take away the hurt she
felt. It showed on her face. I have no idea what this child had done to
bring the scorn of her entire class upon herself, but would it have made her feel
better if someone told her that God loves her?
Should it?
Those
might be the two most important questions you will ever consider: Does God
really love me? Does it really
matter? I believe we find the answers in
three key phrases of our text for this Sunday, 1 John 4:9-10. I hope you'll be with us at WBC.
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