Thissss much by Gary Rose

 

This is a modified picture of “Christ The Redeemer”, located in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. For some reason, I kept going back to it, no matter how many pictures I looked at today ( and, I looked at hundreds ).

After considerable thought, I realized WHY I kept looking at it. Many, many years ago, when my oldest daughter was only two or perhaps three years old, she asked me: “Da Da, how much you love [ me ]”? I opened my arms like the above statue and said; “Thissss much”! She didn’t say one word, but the amazed expression on her face said it all- Astonishment. It was as if she just couldn’t comprehend that much love. And, really, who can totally understand a love that seems to be beyond our ability to understand?

Consider the one verse from the book of John, a verse that says in words, what the outstretched arms say in stone.

John 3 ( World English Bible )

¹⁶ For God so loved the world, that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life.

What few words I might add at this point could not really add much to how we understand the LOVE OF GOD, but I think the following quote can:

The Love of God | Frederick M. Lehman

https://library.timelesstruths.org/music/The_Love_of_God/

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

• Refrain:
  Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
  How measureless and strong!
  It shall forevermore endure—
  The saints’ and angels’ song.

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1. When hoary time shall pass away,
   And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
   When men who here refuse to pray,
   On rocks and hills and mountains call,
   God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
   All measureless and strong;
   Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
   The saints’ and angels’ song.

2. Could we with ink the ocean fill,
   And were the skies of parchment made,
   Were every stalk on earth a quill,
   And every man a scribe by trade;
   To write the love of God above
   Would drain the ocean dry;
   Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
   Though stretched from sky to sky.

I think I would consider my life truly blessed, if today you remembered just two simple words from this post; they are “Thissss much”.