Greetings Dear Reader,
“This is love: not that we have loved God, but that he loved
us and sent his Son to be the payment for our sins.” Sometimes I think that this is all that needs
to be said. It should be but it is
not. We find vast and interesting ways
to make our hearts hard toward this love.
Every time I do not act out of love toward others I distance
myself from the love that redeems me.
Christ does not abandon me. Christ does not leave me alone. He does not add up my errors, hold grudges,
or abandon me. He asks me to do the
same. He asks anyone who follows him to
do the same.
If it is in Christ I live and move I can show this same
love. I can lay aside fear and
strife. I can truly trust and give. I can let the pain of the past fade and take away
its power to intimidate my future. The
love of God never fails. If I act in
that love then I cannot fail. Even if
others do not respond, I have not failed.
Because God loves me he will never fail me.
This is the ultimate hard deck. This is the thing beyond which there is nothing
that needs to be said. This is the
essence of what it means to follow Christ.
It is the core of what it is to be in Christ alone. When I am alone if I am in Christ I can find
a way.
“What will separate us from the love Christ has for us? Can
trouble, distress, persecution, hunger, nakedness, danger, or violent death
separate us from his love? As Scripture says: ‘We are being killed all day long
because of you. We are thought of as sheep to be slaughtered.’ The one who
loves us gives us an overwhelming victory in all these difficulties. I am
convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love which Christ Jesus
our Lord shows us. We can't be separated by death or life, by angels or rulers,
by anything in the present or anything in the future, by forces or powers in
the world above or in the world below, or by anything else in creation.”
How
Deep the Father’s Love for Us – Stuart Townend
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss -
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life -
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart -
His wounds have paid my ransom.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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