Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending reckless love of God.
There’s no shadow You won’t light up, mountain You won’t climb up coming after me. There’s no wall You won’t kick down, lie You won’t tear down coming after me.

Recently while researching information on the internet, I stumbled across an article about the No. 1 worship song in the country entitled "Reckless Love."  Apparently, the lyrics of the song (particularly the word "reckless") were unsettling to many and caused several highly respected theologians to repudiate songwriter Cory Asbury's revelatory expression of God's love.  

Nonetheless, it peaked my interest, so I searched  for the meaning of “reckless” which describes it as someone who acts “without thinking or caring about the consequences of an action.”  And according to Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary, it similarly defines "reckless" as “marked by lack of proper caution: careless of consequences” and even as “irresponsible.”  However, it wasn't until I listened to the lyrics I realized they were unwilling because only God was willing to leave the ninety-nine to come after the one! 

Perhaps you're in a season where the reckless love of God's keeping you alive!  In lieu of our waiting for others to rescue us might we ponder the ineffable manner in which God fervently pursues us.  When was the last time you were recklessly pursued by a person who was "utterly unconcerned with the consequences of their actions with regards to his or her own safety, comfort, and well-being?    Although our sin pains His heart, the recklessness of His love towards us continues to forgive and is far-reaching beyond seventy times seven.

I don't believe the nature of God is reckless, but that he recklessly pursues us in love.  Like the lyricist, I find immeasurable pleasure in worshipping Him who was willing to bankrupt Heaven on my behalf.  In other words, no matter the state of our appearing temporarily misplaced, the reckless love of God will always come after anything which remotely attempts to come after you and me!

Now ruminate on that for a minute . . . . .