I do not want those I love to be blind to the beautiful

It is hard. It hurts. To see those people in my life that I love reject the beautiful one. The God who came down in human flesh and subjected himself to be murdered by those he designed. To bear the wrath of God for the evil of the world. The evil I have done. The evil others have done. The evil those I love have done. We have all hurt God. I have hurt him so much but yet he brings me to himself out of love. He tells me to trust him. Trust Jesus to take me to Yahweh. Who am I but a marred human being who brings pain to the God who made me? Yet Jesus, weeping because humanity has turned from God, takes the punishment for my evil and leads me before the throne of God by way of his blood. What must I do to make up for my filthiness? Nothing. God has done it already. I am no longer who I am in myself. I find my life and being through the homeless radical who came back from the dead. So many people I love can not see this and it hurts. My heart aches. It is hard to bear sometimes. I just want to scream that Jesus is the only life. But I want to scream it in a way that people hear it and embrace it.