"Believe me that I am in the Father, and the Father in me:
or else believe me for the very works' sake."
John 14:11

Our Matchless Christ

    To many, Jesus Christ is only a grand subject for a painting, a heroic theme for a pen, a beautiful form for a statue, a thought for a song. The list is endless. But to those who have heard His voice, who have left His pardon, who have received His benediction, He is music, warmth, light, joy, hope, peace and salvation . . . a Friend who never forsakes, who lifts us when others try to push us down. We cannot wear Him out as we pile on Him all our griefs and troubles. He is always ready to lift us! He always addresses us with the same love! He beams upon us with the same smile! He pities us with the same compassion! Always . . . never changing!

    There is no name like His. It is more inspiring than a poet's, more musical than any musician's, and more patient than any human being. The name of Jesus throbs with all life, weeps with every sorrow, groans with all pains, stoops with all love.

    Who, like Jesus, can pity a homeless orphan? Who, like Jesus, can welcome a prodigal back home? Who, like Jesus, can make a drunkard sober? Who, like Jesus, can make a queen unto God out of a lost woman of the street? Who, like Jesus, can catch the tears of human sorrow in His bowl?

    There is no metaphor with which to truly express Jesus. He is not like the bursting forth of an orchestra ~ that is too loud and may be out of tune. He is not like the sea when lashed into a rage by a storm ~ that is too boisterous. He is not like a mountain wreathed in lightning, canopied with snow ~ that is too solitary and remote.

    HE IS . . .
The Lily of the Valley, the Rose of Sharon, a gale of spices from heaven!

"Lord Dictated"