The Love of God
February 07, 2022 · by Whitney Gothra
I could never begin to comprehend the vastness of the love of God, nor do I have the words to accurately describe it. So many have written books and articles and songs about His love, but one of my favorites has to be how Frederick Martin Lehman describes God’s love in the hymn, The Love of God.
“Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure -
The saints’ and angels’ song”
God’s love is so big, so encompassing, that nothing could accurately convey it. Even the elaborate Valentine's posts that you’ll see pop up on your Instagram feed in a few days pale in comparison to the author of love Himself. This is no giant teddy bear and heart-shaped box of chocolates kind of love. This is extravagant love. Boundless love.
Psalm 147:4 says “He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by their names.” One translation says that “He gives names to all of them.” To think that the God of the universe would take the time to name each one of the billions of stars - and for what purpose? These stars don’t cry out in worship to Him. They don’t spread the gospel. They don’t walk with Him or talk with Him. They don’t commune with Him. They don’t live their lives in sacrifice to Him. Yet He has such love for His creation that He calls each of them by name.
How much more then does He love us? The ones He gave His life for? The ones He calls His children?
If you feel invisible to God, just look to the stars and remind your soul that the One Who named them knit you together. He fashioned you with a purpose and a plan. He loves every piece, every scar, every imperfection, every attempt, every part of you. The Hands that formed the stars formed you out of the dust. The Voice that spoke their names into existence called you out of the grave. The Mind that imagined their brilliance planned a calling for you.
Just in case you needed a reminder today, during this season: you are loved, dear friend. With a passion that cannot be contained, slowed down, or even fully comprehended.
O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure - The saints’ and angels’ song