Joh 13:35 By this all shall know that you are My disciples, if you have love toward one another.
Yes, by love, but how do we get such a love that will separate us from all the counterfeit in the world.
is it by deciding to love?
We know the theory, but where is the reality?
This love is the Love the Holy Spirit pours into our heart. it is the love that starts with Gratitude to our Saviour and our God. It is the new thing that God needs to do in our life.
And unless we are humbled and broken and go to HIM we cannot receive anything.
But God wants to do this in our life's much much more than we want to. So we can boldly go and ask HIM.
Rom 5:5 And hope does not make us ashamed, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit given to us. Rom 5:6 For we yet being without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. Rom 5:7 For one will with difficulty die for a righteous one, yet perhaps one would even dare to die for a good one. Rom 5:8 But God commends His love toward us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us. Rom 5:9 Much more then, being now justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him. Rom 5:10 For if when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by His life. Rom 5:11 And not only so, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we have now received the reconciliation.
In the Valley of the River
The day, I the forgiven sinner came
Washed clean by the Blood of the Lamb
The day the eyes were opened,
In repentant tears,
Never to be the same;
Knowing my unworthiness,
Small in my own eyes,
I wanted nothing more,
But to just faithfully abide.
"Lord you have done more
Much more than what I deserve",
Was my humble cry;
"Nothing more do I want
Nothing more do I ask
But to redeem the rest of my days
By a faithful obedient heart."
And Grace from high
Flowed down in torrents
Down to the valley of despair
Washing away the filth of defeat;
Shame and sorrow washed away
Bringing joy unspeakable;
And today the river still flows
And the watered plains abound
Life seems so natural
And the past seems a distant dream.
But I fear the water would stop,
Up above in the holy mountain
Where sandals have to be untied,
Like the dam the beaver builds
By the labour of his own hands,
By the filth from a heart full of pride.
O may I remain in the Valley
On the path of the downward stream
Never forgetting even once
If not for that crystal stream,
From my saviours pierced side,
All the green that you now see,
On which was once a desolate land,
Once again barren it would be.
1Co 4:6 And these things, brothers, I have in a figure transferred to myself and Apollos for your sakes, so that you might learn in us not to think of men above that which is written, so that no one of you may be puffed up against one another. 1Co 4:7 For who makes you to differ from another? And what do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?