A certain medieval monk announced he would be preaching next Sunday evening on "The love of God." As the shadows fell and the light ceased to come in through the cathedral windows, the congregation gathered. In the darkness of the altar, the monk lighted a candle and carried it to the crucifix. First of all, he illumined the crown of thorns, next, the two wounded hands, then the marks of the spear wound. In the hush that fell, he blew out the candle and left the chancel. There was nothing else to say.

"God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son" "Greater love has no one than to lay down one's life for his friend." "The love of God is poured forth in our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us." Like the monk no words can adequately expressed the great love God has shown us and still continues to show us each day. It is not God's love that should be called into question. It is our lack of love in response.