Love in Everyday Clothes

23 Jan

God’s Word: 1 John 4:17-21

God’s Message to Me: (My interpretation of what God is saying to me through these verses)

Love in any language is demonstrated the same way.  So wherever you are, wherever you live, whatever language you speak, take up permanent residence in a life of love.  Love is a choice!  Let love have the run of your house—of your life.  Love, fully matured, casts out fear.  There is no room for fear when you have accepted My love for you and are passing it on to all others.  Fear is crippling—love is freeing.  Fear is overcome by love.

What does love look like in everyday clothes?  Love is not agreeing with everyone or never condemning anything—instead is it disagreeing but not being disagreeable.  Love does not react hatefully to anything said or done to it.  Even if the hatefulness is undeserved!  Follow the example of Jesus when treated hatefully.  He said not a word.  He realized that this life, this body, is not the ultimate life of the soul.  There is a better world, far better, beyond this life.

Do not boast “I love God,” and then lash out hatefully to another.  That would make you a liar.  You cannot love the God you have not seen and hate the person you have seen—no matter how evil or vile you feel they are.  Your words “I love God” and your actions toward others must be in agreement.  Never forget, for even one moment, that I take your treatment of others personally—all others.  Your neighbor that drives you crazy, the rude person that just took your parking spot, your cruel co-worker—all are opportunities for you to show My love and in doing so you are actually loving Me.  You do not have to agree with another person to demonstrate love.   Love is My choice—make it your choice too!

God’s Question for Me: Will you serve as my ambassador of love to a hurting world?

God’s Promise to Me: Nothing can separate you from My love.

My Song to God:    Fredrick M Lehmen  1917

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.

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

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.


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.


Verse 3 was penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.



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