Sitting in the sunshine this cool autumn morning, I enjoyed the touch of warmth on my skin. I thought of it as an embrace of love from God. I meditated on sunshine and love.
Sure, the sunshine was warm and comfortable like warm fuzzies. However, sunshine also has power. We all know the danger of sunburn. I have a solar cooker. I have potatoes cooking in it at the moment for lunch later. The sun has sufficient power to cook food. It can heat water for bathing. My daughter and son-in-law have a solar geyser. Sometimes it gets so hot steam comes out of the escape pipe. We haven’t got to the stage of electricity from the sun yet, but many households have. The sun is powerful.
Likewise, love is powerful. It is not only warm comfort. Sometimes it can hurt. Love kept Christ on the cross. Love for us. For me. A line from a hymn came to me, “strong as death.” I battled a while to find it on the internet because I incorrectly remembered the three words that came before the phrase. Finally I got it and I thought it was worthwhile posting it here. It was written by William Cowper in 1768 so it’s not surprising that some of the words are a bit archaic.
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord;
’tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
‘Say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?
2 ‘I delivered thee when bound,
and, when wounded, healed thy wound;
sought thee wandering, set thee right,
turned thy darkness into light.
3 ‘Can a woman’s tender care
cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
yet will I remember thee.
4 ‘Mine is an unchanging love,
higher than the heights above,
deeper than the depths beneath,
free and faithful, strong as death.
5 ‘Thou shalt see my glory soon,
when the work of grace is done;
partner of my throne shalt be:
say, poor sinner, lov’st thou me?’
6 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!