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Morning and Evening

February 1, Evening

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"Thy love to me was wonderful." — 2 Samuel 1:26 · KJV

Come, let each of us speak for himself of the wonderful love — not of Jonathan, but of Jesus. We will not repeat what we have been told, but tell the things we have tasted and handled of the love of Christ. Your love to me, O Jesus, was wonderful when I was a stranger wandering far from You, fulfilling the desires of the flesh and of the mind. Your love restrained me from committing the sin that leads to death, and held me back from destroying myself. Your love held back the axe when Justice said, "Cut it down! why cumbereth it the ground?" Your love drew me into the wilderness, stripped me there, and made me feel the guilt of my sin and the burden of my iniquity. Your love spoke comfortably to me when I was greatly dismayed: "Come unto Me, and I will give thee rest." Oh, how matchless Your love, when in a moment You washed my sins away and made my polluted soul — crimson with inbred sin and dark with the grime of my transgressions — as white as the driven snow and as pure as the finest wool! How You commended Your love when You whispered in my ear, "I am thine and thou art Mine." Kind were those words when You said, "The Father Himself loveth you," and sweet, passing sweet, the moments when You told me of "the love of the Spirit." Never shall my soul forget those chambers of fellowship where You unveiled Yourself to me. Moses had his cleft in the rock, where he saw the back parts of his God; we too have had our clefts in the rock, where we have seen the full splendor of the Godhead in the person of Christ. David remembered the haunts of the wild goat, the land of Jordan and the Hermons; we too can remember spots dear to memory, as blessed as these. Precious Lord Jesus, give us a fresh draught of Your wondrous love to begin the month. Amen.