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A Word about True Love for February 14


It is February 14. Instead of turning like idolaters to the false love of a heathen god (Cupid) today, let's see what the wisdom of God has to say to us about true love... "Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy." (Pr.17:6) or "He who rebukes a man will afterward find more favor than he who flatters with the tongue." (Pr.28:23).

For those who misinterpret "tough love", let me quote to you from a man, whose love for the church and the individual Christian was often misinterpreted. But, when he turned to comfort and encourage, his lips and his pen dripped with tenderness and understanding for the struggles and pain of the human heart.  A. W. Tozer: “To us who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope that is set before us in the gospel, how unutterably sweet is the knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows us completely. No talebearer can inform on us, no enemy can make an accusation stick; no forgotten skeleton can come tumbling out of some hidden closet to abash us and expose our past; no unsuspected weakness in our characters can come to light to turn God away from us, since He knew us utterly before we knew Him and called us to Himself in the full knowledge of everything that was against us. ‘For the mountains may be removed, and the hills may shake, but My lovingkindness will not be removed from you, and My covenant of peace will not be shaken,’ says the Lord who has compassion on you’

Our Father in heaven knows our frame and remembers that we are dust. He knew our inborn treachery, and for His own sake engaged to save us (see Is.48:8-11). His only begotten Son, when He walked among us, felt our pains in their naked intensity of anguish. His knowledge of our afflictions and adversities is more than theoretic; it is personal, warm, and compassionate. Whatever may befall us, God knows and cares as no one else can.

He doth give His joy to all;

He becomes an infant small; 

He becomes a man of woe;

He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh

And thy Maker is not by;

Think not thou canst weep a tear

And thy Maker is not near.

Oh! He gives to us His joy

That our griefs He may destroy;

Till our grief is fled and gone

He doth sit by us and groan.

             William Blake

Now, tell me, is that a love letter or isn't it?


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