The mind has often been sensible of a feeling of awe
as we have stood upon the shore, and
gazed upon the vast expanse of the ocean.
With a similar, yet far transcending emotion,
we approach the infinite ocean of Christ’s love!
Like the eternity of God,
we cannot fathom where His love begins,
or where it terminates.
There is no other solutionto the marvelous mysteries
of His Incarnation and Sacrificial Death but this:
Christ has loved us.
Love originated all, explains all, illustrates all.
Love is the interpreter of every Divine mystery.
There is not a circumstance of our Lord’s history
which is not another form or manifestation of love.
His incarnation is love stooping.
His sympathy is love weeping.
His compassion is love supporting.
His grace is love acting.
His teaching is the voice of love.
His silence is the repose of love.
His patience is the restraint of love.
His obedience is the labor of love.
His suffering is the travail of love.
His cross is the altar of love.
His death is the burnt offering of love.
His resurrection is the triumph of love.
His ascension into heaven is the enthronement of love.
His sitting down at the right hand of God is the intercession of love.
Such is the deep, the vast, the boundless ocean of Christ’s love!
The soul muses in silent awe as it gazes upon this fathomless, limitless sea!
Nothing short of a divine love could or would
have borne our sins, and the punishment of our sins.
The weight of the one, and the terribleness of the other,
would have crushed and annihilated a mere ‘created’ affection.
There existed no love but the love of Jesus equal to the work of salvation.
Who was willing, who was able,
to bear that heavy load, to endure that overwhelming curse, but Jesus?
Oh, think, beloved reader,
what the love of Christ
has done and suffered for you….
the burden it bore,
the sorrow it felt,
the humiliation it underwent,
the privation through which it traveled;
how inconceivably it agonized,
how freely it bled,
how voluntarily it died,
the sins it has pardoned,
the guilt it has cleansed,
the declensions it has restored,
the backslidings it has healed,
the sorrows it has soothed,
the patience it has exercised,
the gentleness it has exhibited,
and then ask, could any other but the love of
Jesus have done all this, and endured all this?
Such is the love of Christ!
To have saved us upon such terms…
a stoop so low,
a humiliation so profound,
a labor so immense,
mental anguish so acute,
bodily suffering so agonizing,
a death so ignominious…
Was ever love like this?
Was it ever equaled? Where shall we find its parallel?
— Octavious Winslow (1808-1878)
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