Well mar the Spirit of God invite us to behold that "manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the suns of God"! Those words give us a glimpse of the exhaustless stores and fathomless abyss of our Father's love to us?
Love that no tongue can teach,
Love that no thought can reach,
No love like His.
God is its blessed source;
Death ne'er can stop its course;
Nothing can stay its force;
Matchless it is.
Paul, the Apostle of glory and of the Church, in addressing the Church, and in a special way in his apostolic greeting to the Church at Ephesus wrote: "Grace be to you, and peace, from God our Father; and from the Lord Jesus Christ Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ (Eph. 1:2-32Grace be to you, and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ. 3Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ: (Ephesians 1:2‑3)).
Of what love does that wonderful heavenly greeting remind us? That same love of the Father, which rests on Christ, rests upon us, for we are "accepted in the beloved." And how does the Father look at the face of His Anointed? With the supreme delight of a Father and God. That same perfect, eternal love rests upon us, poor and feeble though we be. We are accepted in the beloved, and "as He is [accepted and beloved in heaven], so are we in this world"—a world of enmity, hatred and opposition against everything that is of God and belongs to God, and which persecutes all who "will live godly in Christ Jesus.”
We have the assurance that the same Father's love that rested upon His own Son, when He as the perfect Man walked this earth, rests upon us. He was opposed at every step of His life and was lifted up from the earth and nailed to the cross. What a comfort rests upon us while we, like Him, pass through a cruel and subtle enemy's country towards our final rest and glory with Him; what comfort to know that the love that rested upon Christ in His life here rests now upon us.
J. von Poseck