Tuesday August 27, 2024
1 John 4:19
We love Him because He first loved us.
God loves me—not merely bears with me, thinks of me and feeds me, but loves me. It is a very sweet thing to feel that we have the love of a dear wife or kind husband; and there is much sweetness in the love of a fond child or a tender mother; but to think that God loves me, this is infinitely better! Who is it that loves you? God, the Maker of heaven and earth, the Almighty, All in all, does he love me, even he? If all men, all angels and all the living creatures that are before the throne loved me, that would be nothing to this—the Infinite loves me! And who is it that he loves? Me. The text says ‘us.’ ‘We love him, because he first loved us.’ But this is the personal point—he loves me, an insignificant nobody, full of sin, who deserved to be in hell and who loves him so little in return—God loves me. Beloved believer, does this not melt you? Does this not fire your soul? I know it does if it is really believed. It must. And how did he love me? He loved me so that he gave up his only begotten Son for me, to be nailed to the tree and made to bleed and die. And what will come of it? Why, because he loved me and forgave me, I am on the way to heaven and within a few months, perhaps days, I shall see his face and sing his praises. He loved me before I was born; before a star began to shine he loved me and he has never ceased to do so all these years. When I have sinned he has loved me; when I have forgotten him he has loved me; and when in the days of my sin I cursed him, yet still he loved me; and he will love me when my knees tremble and my hair is grey with age; ‘even to hoar hairs’ he will bear and carry his servant; and he will love me when the world is on a blaze, and love me for ever and for ever.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD 
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