Bethlehem and Golgotha, the Manger and the Cross, the birth and the death, must always be seen together.

There is only one path to heaven. On Earth we call it Love.

At age five I raised my good left hand in Sunday school and used a month's ration of words to point out this problem to Miss Betty Nagy. Getting born within earshot of a preacher, I reasoned, is entirely up to chance. Would Our Lord be such a hit-or-miss kind of Saviour as that? Would he really condemn some children to eternal suffering just for the accident of a heathen birth, and reward others for a privilege they did nothing to earn?

His love is what makes us live, love, sing, and praise forever.

The amount of God's love is unlimited, but we only receive as much as we use.

Our deepest fear is judgment. Our deepest longing is love. The gospel of grace removes the one and provides the other.

God is the utterly loving giver. God doesn't just love. God is love.

Nails didn't hold God to a cross. Love did.

To know God's love is indeed heaven on earth.

Christians have learned that when there seems to be no other evidence of God's love, they cannot escape the cross.

For we love not God first, to compel him to love again; but he loved us first, and gave his Son for us, that we might see love and love again, saith St John in his first epistle.

God is love. He didn't need us. But he wanted us.