Charles Spurgeon said this:
'Did you ever think of the love which Christ will manifest to you when he shall present you without spot or blemish, or any such thing, before his Father's throne? Well, pause and remember, that he loves you at this hour as much as he will love you then; for he will be the same forever as he is today and he is the same today as he will be forever. 'As the Father hath loved me, even so have I loved you;' and a higher degree of love we cannot imagine. The Father loves his Son infinitely, and even so today, believer, doth the Son of God love thee."
CW Spurgeon, Daily Help, iPhone application
Lord, this has amazed me.
You know when you think about something for the first time - I mean that it's something that you know, that you've accepted, but then something happens that makes you think about it properly for the first time, to concentrate on it and appreciate it fully, dwell on it? No I suppose you don't. You're all knowing. There are no new ideas for you, are there?
Well, you know how that happens to me? It did this morning when I read this bit from Mr Spurgeon.
As you love Jesus, you love me.
That Father/Son thing, the way you, the Creator of the universe love your only Son, that's how you love us.
That's how you love me. That perfect love, that all encompassing, unconditional, infinite love.
How can that be? I've known that you love me, and I've sung all the songs, 'How deep the Father's love for me...da di da di da' etc, but today I read this little passage from Charles Spurgeon and it jumped out at me that you love me as you love your Son.
That Father/Son thing, the way you, the Creator of the universe love your only Son, that's how you love us.
That's how you love me. That perfect love, that all encompassing, unconditional, infinite love.
How can that be? I've known that you love me, and I've sung all the songs, 'How deep the Father's love for me...da di da di da' etc, but today I read this little passage from Charles Spurgeon and it jumped out at me that you love me as you love your Son.
My God.
Why? Loving your Holy Son is one thing. Loving Jesus, who never sinned, who did this breathtakingly amazing thing, who lived a perfect human life, who understands you completely, who is one with you, that's one thing. But I'm a creature that you made, who does her own thing and barely acknowledges you, and yet you love me like that. I suppose that's unconditional love.
Infinite love. Love that never ends.
There's nothing I can do to make you love me more, and there's nothing I can do to make you love me less.
It's true. Your love goes on and on and keeps steady even when I pick it up and crumple it and throw it away. I have no idea how that's possible.
There's nothing I can do to make you love me more, and there's nothing I can do to make you love me less.
It's true. Your love goes on and on and keeps steady even when I pick it up and crumple it and throw it away. I have no idea how that's possible.
Unchanging love. From age to age the same. You are the same God that spoke to Adam and Noah and Moses and David and Job and Isaiah and Mary Magdalene and Paul and Charles Spurgeon and you speak to me. Me.
You're the same yesterday, today and forever. And what's more, you loved me before I was born, all those years where I didn't give you a thought, now, when I'm trying, failing, trying, failing - and you'll love me when I arrive in front of you with nothing but my little paltry bit of love to offer you like a child with a little treasure in their pocket wrapped in a hanky and covered with pocket fluff.
You're the same yesterday, today and forever. And what's more, you loved me before I was born, all those years where I didn't give you a thought, now, when I'm trying, failing, trying, failing - and you'll love me when I arrive in front of you with nothing but my little paltry bit of love to offer you like a child with a little treasure in their pocket wrapped in a hanky and covered with pocket fluff.
Some days I can't see past my life, Lord. I can't imagine that one day it will end; what then? I can only concentrate on now, or worry about the future, or rehash the past.
Other days, like right now, I get a glimpse of the day when it will all be over and I can see you and I'll be enveloped in that profound love and I'll never have to leave and there'll be no more struggling, no more frustration, no more failure.
Other days, like right now, I get a glimpse of the day when it will all be over and I can see you and I'll be enveloped in that profound love and I'll never have to leave and there'll be no more struggling, no more frustration, no more failure.
It sounds great. Infinite love.
I praise you, Lord.
Thankyou for loving me.
Thankyou for loving me.
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