Spurgeon: March AM* 03/28/AM
"The love of Christ which passeth knowledge."
The love of Christ in its sweetness, its fulness, its
greatness, its faithfulness, passeth all human comprehension.
Where shall language be found which shall describe His
matchless, His unparalleled love towards the children of men? It
is so vast and boundless that, as the swallow but skimmeth the
water, and diveth not into its depths, so all descriptive words
but touch the surface, while depths immeasurable lie beneath.
Well might the poet say,
"O love, thou fathomless abyss!"
for this love of Christ is indeed measureless and fathomless;
none can attain unto it. Before we can have any right idea of
the love of Jesus, we must understand His previous glory in its
height of majesty, and His incarnation upon the earth in all its
depths of shame. But who can tell us the majesty of Christ? When
He was enthroned in the highest heavens He was very God of very
God; by Him were the heavens made, and all the hosts thereof.
His own almighty arm upheld the spheres; the praises of cherubim
and seraphim perpetually surrounded Him; the full chorus of the
hallelujahs of the universe unceasingly flowed to the foot of
his throne: He reigned supreme above all His creatures, God over
all, blessed for ever. Who can tell His height of glory then?
And who, on the other hand, can tell how low He descended? To be
a man was something, to be a man of sorrows was far more; to
bleed, and die, and suffer, these were much for Him who was the
Son of God; but to suffer such unparalleled agony--to endure a
death of shame and desertion by His Father, this is a depth of
condescending love which the most inspired mind must utterly
fail to fathom. Herein is love! and truly it is love that
"passeth knowledge." O let this love fill our hearts with
adoring gratitude, and lead us to practical manifestations of