"The Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patience of the Christ." 2 Thess. 3:5; J.N.D. Trans.
"The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us." So runs the witness of Rom. 5:5. It is God's own love to us, not our love to Him—love that towers high above all earthly love, however great. The love of friend for friend may be wonderful, as was the love of Jonathan for David, and the love of a mother for her child is tender and unwearying, but the love of God to us—His own love—is incomparably greater and is all the more beautiful, in that there was nothing in us to call it forth. He loved us when we were sinners, and gave His Son to die for us.
We can never doubt that love as we gaze upon the cross. Love emptied itself there. It gave its all for us—for you, for me.
What an answer this is to Satan's lie in the garden of Eden! There he succeeded in persuading Eve that God withheld something that would be for her good to have. Oh, what a harvest of sorrow, tears, anguish and death, has followed that disbelief of God's love! But that love, suspected and disbelieved in Eden, has displayed itself at Calvary. How? He spared not His own Son, but gave Him up for us all. There we learn the mighty, measureless love of God.
And this perfect love casts out fear. It must do so, for how could we be afraid of One who loves with perfect love? Now God's love is perfect, and withal holy, for He has known our sins, and shown His love in the very thing that has put those sins away. "Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us, and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins." 1 John 4:10.
We would not wish God to think lightly of our sins, nor would He if such were our wish. God abhors sin, and it is our joy and rest to see that all that was due to us and to our sins has been borne by God's own Son. The cross has put our sins away forever, and it solemnly and clearly tells us that God is light and God is love.
But has that love, which thought of our deep spiritual need, and made such ample provision for it in Christ, withdrawn its eyes from us, not caring to behold us any more till we are seen in glory? Oh, no! the very hairs of our head are all numbered, and if not a sparrow falls to the ground without our Father, are we not of more value than many sparrows?
It is into the present love of God—the love that cares for us today—that our hearts need to be directed, for it is there they may find rest, and nowhere else.
We know no yesterday but the cross, and no tomorrow but the glory, but there is today—the wilderness and the things that surely come upon us there.
The power of God, like His love, is infinite. He is able to make the rough places smooth, and never to suffer a thorn to pierce our foot. And the knowledge of God's power is the very door by which Satan often seeks to insinuate into the mind a doubt as to God's love. The soul reasons thus: "If God loves me with a Father's love,' why does He not do this or that for me? Why do my prayers remain so long unanswered?
It is not because God does not love you that the answer to prayer is sometimes slow in coming, and that sometimes the answer is "No." God has lessons to teach which would never be learned if our will guided His hand. How much the beloved family at Bethany would have missed if Lazarus had not been suffered to go down to the grave. And what a loss it would have been if the thorn in the flesh had been taken away in answer to his thrice-repeated prayer.
There are many things that may remain a mystery to us on earth. How often the life, which to our view seemed so necessary, is taken away, while one that might have been more easily spared, is left to linger on year after year. God does not explain all this to us. He does not tell us His reasons, but He asks us to confide in His wisdom and His love. Let us have patience. The night will soon be gone, and in the morning light of that endless day we will see what is now hidden from our eyes.
If the past could be blotted out, and we could begin life's journey afresh, and God were to ask us whether we would choose our own path, and fill it up as it seemed best to us, or whether He would choose for us, would we not put it into His hand for Him to choose and lead?
"Choose the path, the way whatever Seems to Thee, O Lord, the best."
Surely faith would say so.
This is the time of His patience. He is seated on His Father's throne, but He does not yet have His bride. He waits in patience to see the fruit of the travail of His soul. Nor does He have the world kingdom now, but He who said, "Sit Thou at My right hand," also said, "until I make Thine enemies Thy footstool."
Psalm 110:1. Hence He waits in patience now. This is not the "kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ." Rev. 1:9. Soon it will be the kingdom and glory of Jesus Christ. And before then we shall be ushered into His presence in bodies of glory like His. What a scene of unutterable joy and delight!
Then from those cloudless heights we shall look back and remember "all the way the Lord thy God hath led thee." Then we shall see that the hand that ordered everything was a Father's hand, and that His way was better than our way. Rest in His love, lean on His bosom, till the day break, and the shadows flee away.