What's the point?

"What's the point?" you asked.
"When men are simply created beings, made to follow a defined and designated road. The choices we possess are not choices, but fate to unravel."
"What's the point?" you asked.
"About life and destiny. The destination is predetermined, no?"

"What's the point?" I asked.
"When God so know that His people will turn from Him to pursue idols."
"Yet, He still brought them to the land of milk and honey."
"They ate their fill and thrive. Then they turn to other gods and worship them, rejecting The Rock and breaking His covenant."
"What's the point of loving the ones who would betray you and turn on you; forget about you and then break the most divine covenant between men and God?"
"What's the point of following through with a plan, knowing that the plan would certainly bring grief to oneself?"
"Is He stupid or is He so full of LOVE?"

I doubt I'll ever understand the vastness of His love for me, for His people, and  His plan to care, to love, to suffer, to hide, to discipline, to let known that He is the One and the ultimate being.
What love is that?