To Be Known is To Be Loved

I just got back to my hotel room after an amazing event at SeaCoast Church. Wow, God’s presence was so powerful. What a birthday gift that my Heavenly Daddy would invite me to spend the day in Charleston with Him, my sweet friend Margaret and the wonderful women I got to meet tonight. Really, it was such great day! I got over my homesickness the minute my plane took off! Thanks for your prayers. I can’t wait to tell you more.

But for now, I want to share with you something God gave me this week to weave in to the message for tonight. I talked about our deep desire to be known and to be loved and yet how we fear that if someone really gets to know us(our faults, failures or regrets)they may never love us. My message included a short teaching on the woman at the well (my favorite Bible story) and how her deepest longing was to be known and to be loved. That day when she came to KNOW Jesus and was known by HIM in the most intimate way, she was loved more deeply than she ever imagined. In being known and loved by HIM, others came to know Him through her.

I’ve always wondered what she might have been thinking that day. This clip gives us a glimpse into her heart. I have the words below it in case you want to read them as you listen.

I am a woman of no distinction
of little importance.
I am a women of no reputation
save that which is bad.

You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances,
Though you don’t really take the time to look at me,
Or even get to know me.

For to be known is to be loved,
And to be loved is to be known.
Otherwise what’s the point in doing
either one of them in the first place?

I WANT TO BE KNOWN.

I want someone to look at my face
And not just see two eyes, a nose,
a mouth and two ears;
But to see all that I am, and could be
all my hopes, loves and fears.

But that’s too much to hope for,
to wish for,
or pray for
So I don’t, not anymore.

Now I keep to myself
And by that I mean the pain
that keeps me in my own private jail
The pain that’s brought me here
at midday to this well.

To ask for a drink is no big request
but to ask it of me?
A woman unclean, ashamed,
Used and abused
An outcast, a failure
a disappointment, a sinner.

No drink passing from these hands
to your lips could ever be refreshing
Only condemning, as I’m sure you condemn me now
But you don’t.

You’re a man of no distinction;
Though of the utmost importance.
A man with little reputation, at least so far.

You whisper and tell me to my face
what all those glances have been about, and
You take the time to really look at me.
But don’t need to get to know me.

For to be known is to be loved and
To be loved is to be known.

And you know me.
You actually know me;
all of me and everything about me.
Every thought inside and hair on top of my head;
Every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread.

My past and my future, all I am and could be.
You tell me everything,
you tell me about me!

And that which is spoken by another
would bring hate and condemnation.
Coming from you brings love, grace,
mercy, hope and salvation.

I’ve heard of one to come
who could save a wretch like me
And here in my presence, you say
I AM He.

To be known is to be loved;
And to be loved is to be known.

And I just met you.
But I love you.
I don’t know you,
but I want to get to.

Let me run back to town
this is way to much for just me.
There are others: brothers,
sisters, lovers, haters.

The good and the bad, sinners and saints
who should hear what you’ve told me;
who should see what you’ve shown me;
who should taste what you gave me;
who should feel how you forgave me.

For to be known is to be loved;
And to be loved is to be known.
And they all need this, too.
We all do
Need it for our own.

I found this clip on Sermon Spice and bought the rights to show it at my event. Then I found it on God Tube and they had the html code available so I could load it on my blog. I hope it impacts you as deeply as it did me.