“And what shall we say of the man Christ Jesus? Who, that loves his brother, would not, upheld by the love of Christ, and with a dim hope that in the far-off time there might be some help for him, arise from the company of the blessed, and walk down into the dismal regions of despair, to sit with the last, the only unredeemed, the Judas of his race, and be himself more blessed in the pains of hell, than in the glories of heaven?
Who, in the midst of the golden harps and the white wings, knowing that one of his kind, one miserable brother in the old-world-time when men were taught to love their neighbor as themselves, was howling unheeded far below in the vaults of the creation, who, I say, would not feel that he must arise, that he had no choice, that, awful as it was, he must gird his loins, and go down into the smoke and the darkness and the fire, traveling the weary and fearful road into the far country to find his brother? – who, I mean, that had the mind of Christ, that had the love of the Father?” –George MacDonald
How many ways can we declare it?
El amor de Dios nunca falla
Guds kärlek misslyckas aldrig
Gottes Liebe versagt nie
Jumalan rakkaus ei koskaan onnistu
Who, in the midst of the golden harps and the white wings, knowing that one of his kind, one miserable brother in the old-world-time when men were taught to love their neighbor as themselves, was howling unheeded far below in the vaults of the creation, who, I say, would not feel that he must arise, that he had no choice, that, awful as it was, he must gird his loins, and go down into the smoke and the darkness and the fire, traveling the weary and fearful road into the far country to find his brother? – who, I mean, that had the mind of Christ, that had the love of the Father?” –George MacDonald
How many ways can we declare it?
El amor de Dios nunca falla
Guds kärlek misslyckas aldrig
Gottes Liebe versagt nie
Jumalan rakkaus ei koskaan onnistu
