God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, 'I love you.'
Billy GrahamRead
I am convinced the greatest act of love we can ever perform for people is to tell them about God's love for them in Christ.
Interpretation
The greatest expression of love is sharing the message of God's love through Christ.
This quote emphasizes the importance of communicating the love of God to others, suggesting that sharing this divine love is the highest form of love one can offer. It reflects a belief that introducing people to a spiritual relationship through Christ can profoundly impact their lives and well-being.
In practice
During a church service, I quoted this to inspire the congregation to share their faith.
God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, 'I love you.'
The wonderful news is that our Lord is a God of mercy, and He responds to repentance.
Don't ever hesitate to take to [God] whatever is on your heart. He already knows it anyway, but He doesn't want you to bear its pain or celebrate its joy alone.
God will not force himself upon us against our will. If we want his love, we need to believe in him. We need to make a definite, positive act of commitment and surrender to the love of God. No one can do it for us.
Success in God's eyes is faithfulness to His calling.
Heaven doesn't make this life less important; it makes it more important.
Love opens all doors, no matter how tightly closed they may be, no matter how rusty from lack of use. Your work is to bring unity and harmony, to open all those doors which have been closed for a long time. Have patience and tolerance. Open your heart all the time.
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.
The eyes those silent tongues of love.
Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
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