I became a mother early in 1990, before my son was born on November 4. It wasn’t until then that I fully understood the depth of love, even though I had the amazing love of my mom and dad, the giving of my love was not complete. Even though I feel like I now understand the fullness of love, it is dim in comparison to the depth and breadth of the love Jesus has for us. There is no measurement for it; it is a treasure chest without a bottom, you could search for the end and would never find it. So in my finite knowledge, my only comparison would be the love I have for my child. He could treat me with disdain, reject my love, withhold love from me, and I would still love him. Imagine a world full of children doing exactly that, yet Jesus’s love for us is unsearchable, there is no ending. This is the mission that Jesus gave to Paul, to take these riches to the Gentiles, to help us understand, as much as we can, the love, grace, and mercy He has for those of us who believe in Him. This love is reflected in the price He paid on the cross, and He did it so He could spend eternity with us. That kind of love is real love.
To me, though I am the very least of all the saints, this grace was given, to preach to the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ, Ephesians 3:8