God does not love men because of what they are, therefore He does not cease to love them because of what they are.  His love to the sons of men is not drawn out by their goodness, their morality, their obedience, but it wells up from the depths of His own heart, because ‘it is His nature and property,’ and if I may so say, He cannot help loving.  You do not need to pump up that great affection by any machinery of obedience and of merits; it rises like the water in an Artesian well, of its own impulse, with ebullient power from the central heat, and spreads its great streams everywhere.  And therefore, though our sin may awfully disturb our relations with God, and may hurt and harm us in a hundred ways, there is one thing it cannot do, it cannot stop Him from loving us.  It cannot dam back His great love, which flows out for ever towards all His creatures, and laves them all in its gentle, strong flood, from which nothing can draw them away.  ‘In Him we live, and move, and have our being,’ and to live in Him, whatever else it may mean—­and it means a great deal more—­is most certainly to live in His love.  A man can as soon pass out of the atmosphere in which he breathes as he can pass out of the love of God.  We can no more travel beyond that great over-arching firmament of everlasting love which spans all the universe than a star set in the blue heavens can transcend the liquid arch and get beyond its range.  ‘There is no difference’ in the fact that all men, unthankful and evil as they are, are grasped and held in the love of God.

But there is a difference.  Sin cannot dam God’s love back, but sin has a terrible power in reference to the love of God.  Two things it can do.  It can make us incapable of receiving the highest blessings of that love.  There are many mercies which God pours ’upon the unthankful and the evil.’  These are His least gifts; His highest and best cannot be given to the unthankful and the evil.  They would if they could, but they cannot, because they cannot be received by them.  You can shut the shutters against the light; you can close the vase against the stream.  You cannot prevent its shining, you cannot prevent its flowing, but you can prevent yourself from receiving its loftiest and best blessings.

And another awful power that my sin has in reference to God’s love is, that it can modify the form which God’s love takes in its dealings with me.  We may force Him to do ‘His work,’ ’His strange work,’ as Isaiah calls it, and to punish when He would fain only succour and comfort and bless.  Just as a fog in the sky does not touch the sun, but turns it to our eyes into a fiery ball, red and lurid, so the mist of my sin coming between me and God, may, to my apprehension and to my capacity of reception, solemnly make different that great love of His.  But yet there is no difference in the fact of God’s love to us.

III.  Thirdly, there is no difference in the purpose and power of Christ’s Cross for us all.