"We do not speak and act like men in earnest. Our words are feeble, even when sound and true; our looks are careless, even when our words are weighty; and our tones betray the apathy which both words and looks disguise. Love is wanting, deep love, love strong as death, love such as made Jeremiah weep in secret places for the pride of Israel, and Paul speak 'even weeping' of the enemies of the cross of Christ." - Horatius Bonar, Words to Winners of Souls
I read that quote this morning and felt humbled to the dust for my lack of ardent love for Christ.
Lord, it is my chief complaint
That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee, and adore:
O for grace to love Thee more!
Thoughts on the Way Home
