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Title:
"Love
the Lord Jesus Christ"
Author: Thomas
Brooks
And thou shalt love the
LORD thy God with all thine heart,
and with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
Deuteronomy 6:5
Lovest thou Me?
Look that ye love the Lord Jesus
Christ with a superlative love, with an overtopping love. There are none
have suffered so much for you as Christ; there are none that can suffer
so much for you as Christ. The least measure of that wrath that Christ
hath sustained for you, would have broke the hearts, necks, and backs of
all created beings. O my friends! There is no love but a superlative
love that is any ways suitable to the transcendent sufferings of dear
Jesus. Oh, love him above your lusts, love him above your relations,
love him above the world, love him above all your outward contentments
and enjoyments; yea, love him above your very lives; for thus the
patriarchs, prophets, apostles, saints, primitive Christians, and the
martyrs of old, have loved our Lord Jesus Christ with an overtopping
love: Rev. xii. 11, 'They loved not their lives unto the death;' that
is, they slighted, contemned, yea, despised their lives, exposing them
to hazard and loss, out of love to the Lamb, 'who had washed them in his
blood.' I have read of one Kilian, a Dutch schoolmaster, who being asked
whether he did not love his wife and children, answered, Were all the
world a lump of gold, and in my hands to dispose of, I would leave it at
my enemies' feet to live with them in a prison; but my soul and my
Saviour are dearer to me than all. If my father, saith Jerome, should
stand before me, and my mother hang upon, and my brethren should press
about me, I would break through my brethren, throw down my father, and
tread underfoot my mother, to cleave to Jesus Christ. Had I ten heads,
said Henry Voes, they should all off for Christ. If every hair of my
head, said John Ardley, martyr, were a man, they should all suffer for
the faith of Christ. Let fire, racks, pulleys, said Ignatius, and all
the torments of hell come upon me, so I may win Christ. Love made Jerome
to say, O my Saviour, didst thou die for love of me?-a love sadder than
death; but to me a death more lovely than love itself. I cannot live,
love thee, and be longer from thee. George Carpenter, being asked
whether he did not love his wife and children, which stood weeping
before him, answered, My wife and children!- my wife and children! are
dearer to me than all Bavaria; yet, for the love of Christ, I know them
not. That blessed virgin in Basil being condemned for Christianity to
the fire, and having her estate and life offered her if she would
worship idols, cried out, 'Let money perish, and life vanish, Christ is
better than all.' Sufferings for Christ are the saints' greatest glory;
they are those things wherein they have most gloried: Crudelitas vestra,
gloria nostra, your cruelty is our glory, saith Tertullian. It is
reported of Babylas, that when he was to die for Christ, he desired this
favour, that his chains might be buried with him, as the ensigns of his
honour. Thus you see with what a superlative love, with what an
overtopping love, former saints have loved our Lord Jesus; and can you,
Christians, who are cold and low in your love to Christ, read over these
instances, and not blush?
Certainly the more Christ hath suffered for us, the more dear Christ
should be unto us; the more bitter his sufferings have been for us, the
more sweet his love should be to us, and the more eminent should be our
love to him. Oh, let a suffering Christ lie nearest your hearts; let him
be your manna, your tree of life, your morning star. It is better to
part with all than with this pearl of price. Christ is that golden pipe
through which the golden oil of salvation runs; and oh. how should this
inflame our love to Christ! Oh that our hearts were more affected with
the sufferings of Christ! Who can tread upon these hot coals, and
his heart not burn in love to Christ, and cry out with Ignatius, Christ
my love is crucified? Cant. viii. 7,8. If a friend should die for
us, how would our hearts be affected with his kindness! and shall the
God of glory lay down his life for us, and shall we not be affected with
his goodness i John x. 17, 18. Shall Saul be affected with David's
kindness in sparing his life, 1 Sam. xxiv. 16, and shall not we be
affected with Christ's kindness, who, to save our life, lost his own?
Oh, the infinite love of Christ, that he should leave his Father's
bosom, John i. 18, and come down from heaven, that he might carry you up
to heaven, John xiv. 1-4; that he that was a Son should take upon him
the form of a servant, Phil. ii. 5-8; that you of slaves should be made
sons, of enemies should be made friends, of heirs of wrath should be
made heirs of God and joint-heirs with Christ, Rom. viii. 17; that to
save us from everlasting ruin, Christ should stick at nothing, but be
willing to be made flesh, to lie in a manger, to be tempted, deserted,
persecuted, and to die upon a cross!
Oh what flames of love should these things kindle in all our hearts to
Christ! Love is compared to fire; in heaping love upon our enemy, we
heap coals of fire upon his head, Rom. xii. 19, 20; Prov. xxvi. 21. Now
the property of fire is to turn all it meets with into its own nature:
fire maketh all things fire; the coal maketh burning coals; and is it
not a wonder then that Christ, having heaped abundance of the fiery
coals of his love upon our heads, we should yet be as cold as corpses in
our love to him. Ah! what sad metal are we made of, that Christ's
fiery love cannot inflame our love to Christ! Moses wondered why the
bush consumed not, when he sees it all on fire, Exod. iii. 3; but if you
please but to look into your own hearts, you shall see a greater wonder;
for you shall see that, though you walk like those three children in the
fiery furnace, Dan. iii., even in the midst of Christ's fiery love
flaming round about you; yet there is but little, very little, true
smell of that sweet fire of love to be felt or found upon you or in you.
Oh, when shall the sufferings of a dear and tender-hearted Saviour
kindle such a flame of love in all our hearts, as shall still be
a-breaking forth in our lips and lives, in our words and ways, to the
praise and glory of free grace? Oh that the sufferings of a loving Jesus
might at last make us all sick of love! Cant. ii. v. Oh let him for ever
lie betwixt our breasts, Cant. i. 13, who hath left his Father's bosom
for a time, that he might be embosomed by us for ever.
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