Christian, a Memorial of Christ – Charles Spurgeon

YOU have at home today some trifle which, notwithstanding its little value, you would not sell for a thousand times its weight in gold because it belonged to a son or to a daughter since departed this life. That little memento is connected with some little deed of daring or act of generous self-denial on the part of your beloved child, and therefore, though in itself nothing, you count it very precious. Now, to the Father you, beloved brother, are a memorial of the Savior’s condescension in taking upon himself the form of a servant, and being made in the likeness of human flesh. You are a memorial of his being found in fashion as a man, and becoming subject to death, even the death of the cross. As God looks at each of you he sees what his Son has done, beholds in you the griefs of Calvary, hears anew the sighs of Olivet and the groans of Golgotha. You are to God, therefore, most precious, as the token and memorial of the death of the Well-beloved.