“The fruit of the Spirit is love.” I ask once again, Why is it so? And the answer comes:
That is the only power in which Christians really can do their work.
Yes, it is that we need. We want not only love that is to bind us to each other, but we
want a divine love in our work for the lost around us. Oh, do we not often undertake a great
deal of work, just as men undertake work of philanthropy, from a natural spirit of compassion
for our fellow-men? Do we not often undertake Christian work because our minister or
friend calls us to it? And do we not often perform Christian work with a certain zeal but
without having had a baptism of love?
People often ask: “What is the baptism of fire?”
I have answered more than once: I know no fire like the fire of God, the fire of everlasting
love that consumed the sacrifice on Calvary. The baptism of love is what the Church needs,
and to get that we must begin at once to get down upon our faces before God in confession,
and plead: “Lord, let love from Heaven flow down into my heart. I am giving up my life to pray
and live as one who has given himself up for the everlasting love to dwell in and fill him.”
Ah, yes, if the love of God were in our hearts, what a difference it would make! There
are hundreds of believers who say: “I work for Christ, and I feel I could work much harder, but I have not the gift. I do not know how or where to begin. I do not know what I can do.”
Brother, sister, ask God to baptize you with the Spirit of love, and love will find its way.
Love is a fire that will burn through every difficulty. You may be a shy, hesitating man, who
cannot speak well, but love can burn through everything. God fill us with love! We need it
for our work.
You have read many a touching story of love expressed, and you have said, How beautiful!
I heard one not long ago. A lady had been asked to speak at a Rescue Home where
there were a number of poor women. As she arrived there and got to the window with the
matron, she saw outside a wretched object sitting, and asked: “Who is that?”
The matron answered: “She has been into the house thirty or forty times, and she has
always gone away again. Nothing can be done with her, she is so low and hard.”
But the lady said: “She must come in.”
The matron then said: “We have been waiting for you, and the company is assembled,
and you have only an hour for the address.”
The lady replied: “No, this is of more importance”; and she went outside where the
woman was sitting and said: “My sister, what is the matter?”
“I am not your sister,” was the reply.
Then the lady laid her hand on her, and said: “Yes, I am your sister, and I love you”;
and so she spoke until the heart of the poor woman was touched.
The conversation lasted some time, and the company were waiting patiently. Ultimately
the lady brought the woman into the room. There was the poor wretched, degraded creature,
full of shame. She would not sit on a chair, but sat down on a stool beside the speaker’s seat,
and she let her lean against her, with her arms around the poor woman’s neck, while she
spoke to the assembled people. And that love touched the woman’s heart; she had found
one who really loved her, and that love gave access to the love of Jesus.
Praise God! there is love upon earth in the hearts of God’s children; but oh, that there
O God, baptize our ministers with a tender love, and our missionaries, and our Biblereaders,
and our workers, and our young men’s and young women’s associations. Oh, that
God would begin with us now, and baptize us with heavenly love!