What if everything you ever did, everything you are, and everything you might become were dished up for the King’s palate—and He found you wanting. Could His boredom with unlimited Creation slight your case? Would redemption hang on His promise of so loving the world that He allowed His only begotten Son to die for us? Or, would we need to so intrigue His jaded interest by composing unending scenarios of loves lost and won that He might pity our condition?
Pandora gave us the key, but in Hebrews 11:1 it says, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”