A friend of mine grew up in Japan as a missionary kid. He told me about a girl he knew whose parents had kept a running tally of every penny they had ever spent on her: the cost of food, housing, medical care, clothing – everything.
So any time she wanted something or gave them any trouble, they’d pull out the tally sheet and remind her of how much she had already cost them. “After all we’ve done for you, you should be more grateful!”
(So … am I Bad Father if I admit that doesn’t always sound like such a bad idea? Wait, nope. Strike that. Never mind…)
Sometimes we talk about God’s love in a way that makes people feel like that girl – guilty and ungrateful for not loving God more, obeying Him more faithfully, serving Him better.
For you know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors. And the ransom he paid was not mere gold or silver. It was the precious blood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God. 1 Peter 1:18-19 New Living Translation (NLT)
I love this scripture, but you could totally use these verses as a baseball bat to beat someone over the head with the love of God. “After all God’s done for you – after the priceless ransom He paid for your freedom – why aren’t you more grateful?”
I think it’s healthier to think of the love of God this way: God loves you so much, He places such high value on you, His child, that Jesus went to the cross.
Lest I forget Gethsemane, lest I forget Thine agony
Lest I forget Thy love for me . . . lead me to calvary.