Jesus Loves Me

Loving Jesus is deeper than our words and our intentions. Many times we mean well, but we fall so short. As a result, we’re left wondering if we can really love Jesus. R. A. Torrey shares a story of a little girl who wanted to love Jesus but couldn’t seem to do it: “A little girl in London once came to Mark Guy Pearse and said, ‘Mr. Pearse, I don’t love Jesus. I wish you would tell me how to love Him.’ He said, ‘Little girl, as you go away from here to-day, keep saying to yourself, “Jesus loves me,” “Jesus loves me,” and I believe you will come back next Sunday saying, “I love Jesus.”’ The next Sunday the little girl came back to Mark Guy Pearse radiant, and she said, ‘Oh, Mr. Pearse, I do love Jesus. As I went away from here last Sunday, I kept saying to myself as you told me to, “Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me,” and then I soon saw Him hanging on the cross and dying in awful agony for me, and my heart began to grow warm and very soon it was full of love to Jesus.’ We love Him because He first loved us” (R. A. Torrey, Anecdotes and Illustrations [New York: Fleming H. Revell Co., 1907], 51–52, Logos).