WHEN I see a Christ come out of glory, bearing my sin in His own body, and going back again to glory, and going on for eighteen hundred years waiting and gathering poor sinners into the Father’s heart, there is something exquisitely beautiful. My heart is stolen away by everything Christ does. Is there no beauty in the walk of Him who did all for you? Don’t you want to be like Him? Have you not a model before you that attracts the whole heart? How we should long to resemble this Christ and to have His mind. I have got a Christ in heaven, and I desire to meet that Christ’s thoughts in everything, and to be one with Him in the world where He was rejected and crucified.
G. V. W.