Photo and Commentary ©2018 by Maylan Schurch
Sabbath, April 28, 2018

Earlier this month while paused at an intersection in north Bellevue I noticed this elderly car. I just managed to pull my camera from its belt-case and snap this picture as it began to glide through the intersection.

This picture is a zoomed-in closeup, but the car was actually quite far away when I spotted it with the naked eye. And my first thought was that someone had painted on its panels a Monet-like work of impressionism.

But now that I see it close up, I realized what anyone who’s ever done auto restoration will see—this is a work in progress. Those smears of color from tail to nose, and even on the roof, aren’t for decoration. They’re patches of lovingly applied paint and primer, and will eventually be sanded smooth, and then the car will be given its final glossy color.

Whoever daubed these colors onto this car cares deeply about it, deeply enough to commit to looking beyond the rust and the dents and the idea that this auto is “past its prime.”

God cares about you, and He cares about me. His Son (whom God sent in the universe’s most staggeringly generous act of caring) cares too. And if we cooperate, the Trinity will do everything necessary to redeem us and restore us for an amazing eternity.

Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press, and the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.

Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?

Does Jesus care when I’ve tried and failed
To resist some temptation strong;
When for my deep grief there is no relief,
Though my tears flow all the night long?

Does Jesus care when I’ve said “goodbye”
To the dearest on earth to me,
And my sad heart aches till it nearly breaks—
Is it ought to Him? Does He see?

Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.