A Word about True Love for February 14
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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 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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