His Unquenchable Fire

I sometimes think about the cross
And shut my eyes and try to see

The cruel nails, the crown of thorns
And Jesus crucified for me;

But even could I see Him die,
I would but see a little part

Of that great love, which like a fire,
Was always burning in His heart.

Bernard of Clairvaux

Well said, St. Bernard. Now it’s our turn to seek and see.

—j

From Infinity and Beyond

One of my favorites…

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun;
For His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow’r has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!
Annie J. Flint

We’ll never reach the end of Him.

—j