...if we be honest with ourselves,                                             
we shall be honest with each other. -George MacDonald

Jesus Wept 

Jesus Wept

 

Love

 

      Love is one, and love is changeless.
For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete, and love cannot love its fill of loving, it spends itself to make more lovely, that it may love more; it strives for perfection, even that itself may be perfected—not in itself, but in the object. As it was love that first created humanity, so even human love, in proportion to its divinity, will go on creating the beautiful for its own outpouring. There is nothing eternal but that which loves and can be loved, and love is ever climbing towards the consummation when such shall be the universe, imperishable, divine.
      Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love’s kind, must be destroyed.
      And our God is a consuming fire. (George MacDonald (1824-1905), taken from Unspoken Sermons)

No one can resist God’s love forever. He will destroy everything that interferes with perfect love and perfect joy. Love will make everything lovely.
"When my child would serve me," he went on," he spies out some need I have, springs from his seat at my knee, finds that which will meet my necessity, and is my eager, happy servant, of consequence in his own eyes inasmuch as he has done something for his father. His seat by my knee is love, delight, well-being, peace--not service, however pleasing in my eyes.--'Why do you seat yourself at my knee, my son?' 'To please you, father.' 'Nay then, my son! go from me, and come again when it shall be to please thyself.'--'Why do you cling to my chair, my daughter? 'Because I want to be near you, father. It makes me so happy!' 'Come nearer still--come to my bosom, my child, and be yet happier.' ((Taken from Thomas Wingfold, Curate by George MacDonald)