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Love Of
God
Here
is a cord of love let down, and the upper end of it is fastened to Christ's
heart, and the lower end of it hanging down the length of your hearts. And, O!
shall not Christ's heart and yours be knit together this day. Here is a cord to
bind His heart to your heart, and your heart to His heart. - Ralph Erskine
God proved His love on
the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world,
"I love you." - Billy Graham
The Christian does not
think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good
because He loves us; just as the roof of a sun house does not attract the sun
because it is bright, but becomes bright because the son shines on it. - C. S.
Lewis
The love of God,
touching our lives, is either going to burn us up and destroy us, break us apart
in the shaking of the foundations, or it will steady us, strengthen us,
establish us, and purify us, burning up the dross in our lives. - Ray C.
Stedman
The soul of man was so
valuable, its happiness would be so infinitely important, and its misery so
great an evil, that God, looking at the intrinsic value of their souls, saw good
reason for loving them and doing them good -- that is, God did the good for the
sake of the good itself. - Charles Finney
Nails were not enough to hold God-and-man nailed and fastened on the Cross, had
not love held Him there. - Catherine of Siena
How
hast thou loved us, O good Father, who didst not spare thy only Son, but didst
deliver him up for us wicked ones! How hast thou loved us, for whom he who did
not count it robbery to be equal with thee “became obedient unto death, even the
death of the cross”! He alone was “free among the dead.” He alone had power to
lay down his life and power to take it up again, and for us he became to thee
both Victor and Victim; and Victor because he was the Victim. For us, he was to
thee both Priest and Sacrifice, and Priest because he was the Sacrifice. Out of
slaves, he maketh us thy sons, because he was born of thee and did serve us.
Rightly, then, is my hope fixed strongly on him, that thou wilt “heal all my
diseases” through him, who sitteth at thy right hand and maketh intercession for
us. Otherwise I should utterly despair. For my infirmities are many and great;
indeed, they are very many and very great. But thy medicine is still greater.
Otherwise, we might think that thy word was removed from union with man, and
despair of ourselves, if it had not been that he was “made flesh and dwelt among
us.” - Augustine
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