CHARLES SPURGEON|MORNING & EVENING|22|10|18
Dear reader, do you feel as though your heart is hardened? Perhaps you do not feel a need for God or that softening of the spirit that you ought to feel. God loves you not because you feel your need. He loves you FREELY. His love for you was stronger than the power of death, for He endured the sufferings of the cross for you. His death was a shameful death, but love despised the shame.
You, without any worthiness may rest upon the promises of God that was made to you in Christ, Jesus. ‘I will love them freely’ is the divine way in which God loves you. When Christ died for us, we didn’t deserve it, purchase it or seek after Him. He loved us just as we are. He was the one who payed the debt, a costly price – His own life. It is such a blessing to know that the grace of God is free to us at all times, without preparation, without worthiness or suitability, without money, without price.
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13). This is the great love that was shown to us by God when we were far from Him. We were not His friends but we were His enemies. Jesus did not command us to love our enemies without showing this love to us first. Has Christ not proved Himself to be all that you need? What reason do you have to not love Him back? Has He not been there for you time and time again in the past? This love cannot be found in anything or in anyone else.
If today you are telling Him ‘my heart feels hardened’, He responds with ‘I will love you freely’. If today you say ‘But I do not feel a desire for you as I should’, He responds with ‘I will love you freely’. God’s love for you is measureless and is not based on your goodness, but it is based on His. Surely, this love will cause you to instantly love Him back – ‘We love Him because He first loved us’ (1 John 4:8).
‘Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every Stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky’.