The Love of God Immeasurable.
I CAN measure parental love—how broad how long, and strong, and deep it is. It is a sea—a deep sea, which mothers and fathers can only fathom. But the love displayed on yonder hill and bloody cross where God's own Son is perishing, for us, nor man nor angel has a line to measure. The circumference of the earth, the altitude of the sun, the distance of the planets—these have been determined; but the height, depth, breadth, and length of the love of God passeth knowledge. Such is the Father against whom all of us have sinned a thousand times! Walk the shore where the ocean sleeps in the summer calm, or lashed into fury by the winter's tempest, is thundering on her sands; and when you have numbered the drops of her waves, the sand on her sounding beach, you have numbered God's mercies and your sins. Well, therefore, may we go to him, with the contrition of the prodigal in our hearts, and his confession on our lips—“Father, I have sinned against Heaven and in thy sight.” The Spirit of God helping us thus to go to God, be assured that the father, who seeing his son afar off, ran to meet him, fell on his neck, and kissed him, was but an image of Him, who not sparing his own Son, but giving him up to death that we might live, invites and now awaits your coming.—Dr. Guthrie.