CHRIST
J. L OTON
We must love the grand half-visions of this world. Like Moses, being unable to see the face of the Almighty, we must be content with the rustle of His flowing garments. Unable fully to measure the Christ, let us say:
“Here is the only incarnation within the realm of evidence, and here the quality of the being is such that reason may forgive us and faith commend us if we say: ‘Truly, this was the Son of God.’” — SWING.
If you have done nothing but exhibit in your lives the precious results of grace you will have done well. If you have presented to your companions truths that were sweetness itself to you and tried to say, in broken accents, “Oh, that you knew this peace!” it shall give you joy unspeakable to meet those in glory who were attracted to Christ by such a simple
means. — SPURGEON.
You may go the world over, and you will not find a single believer who is disappointed in the once crucified, now glorified, soon coming King. This is the best answer to the skepticism of the day. Take any class of society, the highest or the lowest, and there is not an instance of one who trusted in the Lord and was confounded. — PENNYFATHER.
Brighten darkened lives; soften the rude; make a sunshine of peace in stormy places; cover the faults and follies of men with the flowers of love.
That is the best religion, the life of Christ, the very life of God.
— H. C. POTTER.
The hoary centuries are full of Him. The echoes of His sweet voice are heard today. His love has perfumed the past eighteen hundred years, and He lives today as the Head of His church. He lives today, the object of the warmest adoration, the most passionate love, for whom millions would die this very hour. Empires have fallen, thrones have crumbled; but Jesus lives, His empire extending every day, His throne gaining new trophies of
His grace. — A. E. KITTREDGE.
The world can not bury Christ. The earth is not deep enough for His tomb; the clouds are not wide enough for His winding-sheet. He ascends into the heavens, but the heavens can not contain Him. He still lives — in the church which burns unconsumed with His love; in the truth that
way.
— EDWARD THOMSON.
All the world’s joy comes from the grave of our risen Lord. It was a dark and sad earth to which Jesus came with His revealings of love. But who can write the story of blessing which began with the first Christmas? How poor the world would be today if there had never been a manger cradle at Bethlehem, and then a cross on Calvary and a broken grave!
— J. R MILLER. So... comes a human voice,
Saying: “O heart I made, a heart beats here;
Face my hands fashioned see it in myself;
Thou hast no strength, nor mayst conceive of mine;
But love I gave thee, with myself to love,
And thou must love me who have died for thee.”
ROBERT BROWNING. The most destructive criticism has not been able to dethrone Christ as the incarnation of perfect holiness. The waves of a tossing and restless sea of unbelief break at His feet, and He stands still the supreme model, the inspiration of great souls, the rest of the weary, the fragrance of all Christendom, the one divine flower in the garden of God.
— HERRICK JOHNSON.
No other fame can be compared with that of Jesus. He has a place in the human heart that no one who ever lived has in any measure rivaled. No name is pronounced with a tone of such love and veneration. All other laurels wither before His. His are ever kept fresh with tears of gratitude.
— W. E. CHANNING. O Jesus, King most wonderful!
Thou conqueror renowned!
Thou sweetness most ineffable, In whom all joys are found!
When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine;
Then earthly vanities depart, Then kindles love divine.
E. CASWALL.
Oh, let us understand that the power of Christianity lies not in a hazy indefiniteness, not in shadowy forms, not so much even in definite truths and doctrines, but in the truth and the doctrine. There is but one Christ crucified. All the gathered might of the infinite God is in that word.
— HERRICK JOHNSON. Oh, for a man to rise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
TENNYSON.
You never get to the end of Christ’s words. There is something in them always behind. They pass into proverbs; they pass into laws; they pass into doctrines; they pass into consolations. But they never pass away, and, after all the use that is made of them, they are still not exhausted.
— DEAN STANLEY.
Jesus Christ, perfect in deity, perfect in humanity, truly God and truly man, of reasonable soul and body; of the same substance with the Father as to His divinity, of the same substance with us as to His humanity; in all things like to us, except sin.
— COUNCIL OF CHALCEDON, A.D. 451.
The Son of God has come into the world to bless us. Look at that Sermon on the Mount. It is filled with the word blessed, blessed, blessed. I think it occurs nine times. His heart was full of blessings for the people. He had to get it out before He gave His sermon. — MOODY.
Though Christ a thousand times in Bethlehem be born, If He’s not born in thee, thy soul is still forlorn.
SCHEFFLER.
All the glory and beauty of Christ are manifested within, and there He delights to dwell. His visits are frequent; His condescension amazing; His conversation sweet; His comforts refreshing; and the peace which He brings passeth all understanding. — THOMAS A KEMPIS. As the sun is the general giver of light to the whole world, although there be many who do receive no light at all of it, even so the redemption of mankind by Christ is available for all, although reprobate and wicked men
do not receive the same. — R. CAWDRAY.
The love of Christ is like the blue sky, into which you may see clearly, but the real vastness of which you can not measure. It is like the sea, into whose bosom you can look a little way, but its depths are unfathomable.
— MCCHEYNE. O teach us, Lord, to know and own
This wondrous mystery, That Thou with us art truly one,
And we are one with Thee.
J G. DICK.
God in our nature — that is, Christ — the root of the new sap or eternal life in man, without which no man could have been righteous, and by the presence of which in our nature every man may be righteous.
— THOMAS ERSKINE.
Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne and myself founded empires on force, and they perished; Jesus of Nazareth alone, a crucified Jew, founded His kingdom on love, and at this hour millions of men would die for Him.
— NAPOLEON.
Too late I loved thee, O beauty of ancient days! Yet ever new! And, lo!
Thou wert within me and I abroad searching for Thee! Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee. — ST. AUGUSTINE.
A sense o’er all my soul imprest That I am weak yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere, Eternal strength and wisdom are.
COLERIGE.
“My will, not Thine, be done” turned Paradise into a desert. “Thy will, not mine, be done” turned the desert into a Paradise and made Gethsemane
the gate of Heaven. — PRESSENSE.
There is more of power to sanctify, elevate, strengthen and cheer in the word Jesus (Jehovah-Savior) than in all the utterances of man since the
world began. — CHARLES HODGE.
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord!
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!
MARY A. LATHBURY.
There is no good to be got from Christ except by being made like Him.
God himself can not bless you unless He gives you His own character.
— F. W. ROBERTSON.
It cost more to redeem than to create us. In the creation there was but
“speaking a word;” in redeeming us there was “shedding of blood.”
— THOMAS WATSON.
Take your stand on the Rock of Ages. Let death let the judgment come.
The victory is Christ’s and yours through Him. — MOODY. All believers receive of Christ’s fullness; the greatest saints can not live without Him; the weakest saint may live by Him. — HENRY.
which we could not look with unveiled face. — G. RODGERS. God has only one method of salvation, the Cross of Christ. God can have only one; for the Cross of Christ means death to evil, and life to good.
— F. W. ROBERTSON.
Paint your ideal friend, and you will find that you have been but copying the portrait of Jesus Christ. — F. C. WOODHOUSE. He was Himself forsaken, that none of His children might ever need to utter His cry of loneliness. — J. H. VINCENT.
But warm, sweet, tender even yet A present life is He,
And faith has yet its Olivet And love its Galilee.
WHITTIER.
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