16 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
20 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
Ephesians 3
I've just finished reading Ezekiel 41 & 42
So many detailed measurements by the angel.... It's quite tedious to absorb. Why is it there? It's not particularly inspiring.
The takeaway for me is:
The Lord is keenly aware and knows our measurements.
He knows even the hairs of our head (demanding a constant recount!)
It is both challenging and comforting to know that God has the measure of each one of us, with nothing hidden from His sight.
He records every word from our lips, every thought... that is awesome and fearful in its impact and should inspire me to holiness.
Yet I still forget and become thoughtless and shabby in my behaviour.
The comforting part is that Jesus is keenly aware of and shares every care and burden that I have.
He measures it all and drank it fully on the Cross.
In Gethsemane He plumbed the depths of spiritual agony - measuring the task that was before Him.
So great the weight that He sweat great drops of blood and had to be strengthened by an angel.
That is the extent of divine love, a love that cannot be measured!
Not even an angel with a measuring rod can measure God's love.
It extends out and out, like the cosmos, into infinity.
That's how much God loves you and me.
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
Could we with ink the ocean fil
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky
Hallelujah 3x
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song
It's my song too!
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