A Melted Heart
IT is strange how loving Jesus appears to me when I speak to others about him; and yet I cannot feel that he is love to me. I had a very sweet time at prayer this morning while confessing sin; the love of Jesus in forgiving my vile, vile sins against light and against love, appeared so wonderful, that I could not stand it; my hard heart melted, and I would not give the sweetness of the tears I then shed for a world of this world’s joy. I could only say, “Truly, thy name is Wonderful.” When I get a sight of Christ’s willingness to forgive and receive his backsliding child again, without one word of upbraiding, it almost breaks my heart. O! how this tender, forgiving love should make us hate sin!
Nearness to God
What a loving being our God is! for the nearer we get to him, and the more we know of him, we are the less afraid. His perfect love shed abroad in our hearts, casts out all our fear.
I see more and more that it is our simply looking to Jesus as ungodly, empty sinners, that makes us what the holy are. Let us look at him too, nothing doubting, and we shall grow as they do; there is nothing to hinder it; on the contrary, they are blessed means of growing in grace. They lead us more to Jesus; and everything that does that, whatever it be, is a blessing.