Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy, cast off that I might be brought in, trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend, surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best, stripped that I might be clothed, wounded that I might be healed, athirst that I might drink, tormented that I might be comforted, made a shame that I might inherit glory, entered darkness that I might have eternal life.My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes, groaned that I might have endless song, endured all pain that I might have unfading health, bore a thorned crown that I might have a glory-diadem, bowed his head that I might uplift mine, experienced reproach that I might receive welcome, closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness, expired that I might for ever live. (The Valley of Vision, “Love Lustres at Calvary”)
Funny, proper funny.
That’s your weekend dose of laughter sorted, hopefully.
Mothering Sunday is a great day. In fact they should make a rule to have it celebrated daily. All year around. Well worth it. Except the over priced customary paraphanelia….
I wonder how many people treat it as a celebration and how many as a necessary inconvenience?
It’s easy to pretend and go with flow. How much authentic heart-felt affection and appreciation is there on display?
‘God loved us…..and sent His Son. 1 John 4:10
This is so brilliant.
An intention backed with an action. God did not sympathise with our fallen alienated state but provided a solution. True love. A love that made a journey, descending into my fallen world. A love that became flesh and bone. A love hat did not keep the distance, quarantined in safety.
A love that cost so much. I could never comprehend what it’s like for a parent to see an only offspring die. For others. Undeservingly. And with the possibility some might never bother to see that it was instead of them.
That is love. True love. A love worth knowing. A love worth worth shouting from he rooftops.
Do you know it?