In her book One in Seven, Margaret Slattery tells of a young couple who visited the Bay of Fundy in Nova Scotia, and standing on the gorge witnessed the awesome sight of the 50-foot tide, the highest in the world, come swirling in. Watching the water pushing, pouring, pounding in through the Bore, over the low flats, over the banks, over the boulders, they were left breathless.
When the majestic display of power had spent its force, the girl said quietly, “Why should the personal affairs of two people like us claim even for a moment the attention of a God of might and mystery like that?”
“Because he is God,” her companion responded.
God loved us not in our goodness, not in our purity, not in our righteousness, but in our sinfulness. And the cross of Christ was the supreme demonstration of that love.