Look away from yourself and from your backslidings which have filled your heart with darkness and despair. There is no profit in dwelling on them. Look up. There is One in heaven who suffered for the sins you deplore, and who, having loved His own that are in the world, loves them unto the end. When He rejoiced over you as the shepherd over the sheep, He knew everything—knew all about these backslidings even as He knew Peter would deny Him with oaths and curses. They have not taken Him by surprise. Go then to Him, unburden your soul to Him, and go confiding in that love which never alters. Jesus is the same; and He who spared not His own Son, but gave Him up for us all, loves you with a Father's love. Return then, poor wanderer; never did a warmer welcome wait for any than for you.
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We can always count on the love of Christ. The greatest Person in the universe loves us and has expressed His love in death. The more I think of all His greatness—the Creator, the Heir of all things, the First-born, the Son of the Father's love—the more I see the glory of His love which could go into death. That love lives in His heart today. We have the present reality of it in Himself, alive for evermore, and we prove it in His unfailing sympathy and support all along the pathway.