|Posted by kirxander on February 27, 2017 at 9:30 AM|
Yesterday, Matt talked about Limitless Love. The below is a great illustration of the differences between God's love and our own.
The Father's Love and Ours
A gentleman of some wealth and high social position was taken ill. Being much troubled about the little love he found in his heart for God, he complained bitterly to one of his brethren. This is how he was answered:—
"When I leave you I shall go to my home, and the first thing I expect to do is to call my baby. I expect to place her on my knee and look down into her sweet eyes and listen to her charming prattle and, tired as I am, her presence will rest me, for I love that child with unutterable tenderness. But the fact is, she loves me little.
"If my heart were breaking, it would not disturb her sleep. If my body were wracked with excruciating pain it would not interrupt her play. If I were dead, she would be amused in watching my pale face and closed eyes. If any friends came to remove the corpse to the place of burial, she would probably clap her hands in glee, and in two or three days totally forget her father.
"Besides this, she has never brought me a penny, but has been a constant expense on my hands ever since she was born. Yet, though I am not rich, there is not money enough in the world to buy my baby. How is it? Does she love me or do I love her? Do I withhold my love until I know she loves me? Am I waiting for her to do something worthy of my love before extending it to her?"
"Oh, I see it!" said the sick man, while the tears ran down his cheeks, "I see it clearly. It is not my love to God, but God's love to me I should be thinking about. And I do love Him now as I never loved Him before."
We think of our littleness, when we should remember our Father's almightiness. We bewail our weak love, when we should be grateful for our Father's great love. "Here is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us."