John 13:1 Now before the feast of the passover, when Jesus knew that his hour was come that he should depart out of this world unto the Father, having loved his own which were in the world, he loved them unto the end.
This fact is
essentially a promise; for what our LORD was He is...
And what He was to
those with whom He lived on earth, He will be to all His beloved so long
as the moon endureth.
Having loved: here was the wonder!
That He
should ever have loved men at all is the marvel.
What was there in His
poor disciples that He should love them?
What is there in me?
But when
He has once begun to love, it is His nature to continue to do so.
Love
made the saints "his own" what a choice title!
He purchased them with
blood, and they became His treasure.
Being His own, He will not lose
them.
Being His beloved, He will not cease to love them.
My soul, He
will not cease to love thee!
The text is well as it stands: "to the
end."
Even till His death the ruling passion of love to His own reigned
in His sacred bosom.
It means also to the uttermost.
He could not love
them more: He gave Himself for them.
Some read it, to perfection.
Truly
He lavished upon them a perfect love, in which there was no flaw nor
failure, no unwisdom, no unfaithfulness.
Such is the love of Jesus to
each one of His people.
Let us sing to our Well-beloved a song.
~Charles Spurgeon~