Love of Christ to his People – Charles Spurgeon

THERE is no music in the rarest sounds compared with these three syllables, which drop from the Redeemer’s lips like sweet-smelling myrrh. “Beloved!” If he had addressed but that one word to any one of us, it might create a Heaven within our soul, which neither sickness nor death could mar. Let me sound the note again, “BELOVED!” Does Jesus love me? Does he own his love? Does he seal the fact by declaring it with his own lips? Then I will not stipulate for promises, nor make demands of him. If he loves me he must act towards me with loving-kindness; he will not smite his beloved unless love dictates the blow; he will not forsake his chosen, for he never changes. Oh, the inexpressible, the heaped-up blessednesses which belong to the man who feels in his soul that Christ has called him beloved!