
“Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” ~1 John 4:8

“Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” ~1 John 4:8

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An effective prayer of gratitude. Thank you!🙏🏽
Spendthrift God indeed! Makes me want to love extravagantly; just like he does.
Me too, David!
Beautiful, Mitch.
Yes he is. 💙
In my young adulthood I studied with a music master ~ in every sense of that term ~ masquerading with some success as an aging Community College band leader and teacher.
I’m not a person who dreams often, but one night he stood above my head as I reclined, clearing a space on the center of my forehead with his hands.
Then he sat in a chair up there, and said, “Now.”
And I received, direct, the love of God.
Just infinitely treasuring, whatever the level of worthiness, like a grandfather who sees his favorite grandchild and light of his life. Matters not at all to such love whether that child happens to have been naughty or nice today.
Of course, for such love, all you ever want to do is be as nice as you can!
Well, needless to say I’ve never been the same since…
Awesome testimony, Ana!
As good as the original post. 😉
That’s a wonderful story? Was it Reiki by any chance?
Thanks for sharing your beautiful affirmation of your love for God and your gratefulness for his generosity, Mitch. I like how you thanked Him for the blessing of “every breath” and not just every day.
I’m grateful to be able to share that love with others, Nancy.
This beautiful quote reminds me of when I was first retired and our youngest had left for college. Realizing how much more “free” time I was going to have, I prayed one night before bed, “Lord, what do You want me to do now?” (In true Martha-mode, the operative word was “do.”) I woke up the next morning with a gorgeous melody running through my head. It was a song from “Phantom of the Opera,” and the only lyrics I knew were the last line: “Love me, that’s all I ask of you.” And that became my focus. Activities and projects came later, but for a season I just sat at His feet and got reacquainted with Him.
I love how one-of-a-kind that experience was, Annie, rather than following some “official” mode of worship.
AMEN! Your insight is critical and reminds me of the title of Tim Kelley’s great book, “The Prodigal God.” Whereas I always thought the word PRODIGAL meant something like, “wayward” or “wasteful,” it actually means extravagant. Blessings to you and yours!
Thank you, dear friend, and likewise!
Sorry. That should have read, “Tim Keller.” Not Kelley.
1 John 4 is one of my favorite passages (among about a hundred others). Many years ago I saw a paraphrase of 1 John 4:20 that read “You only love God as much as you love the person you dislike the most.”
Here is the ‘original’: If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?
~Ed.