To Love a Worm
By Charles Spurgeon

Does it not make a man glad to know that though once his sins had provoked the Lord, they are now all blotted out, not one of them remains? Though he was once estranged from God and far off from Him by his wicked works, yet he is made near to God by the blood of Christ.

The Lord is no longer an angry judge pursuing us with a drawn sword, but a loving Father into whose bosom we pour our sorrows and find ease for every pang of heart. Oh, to know that God actually loves us! I have often told you I cannot preach upon that theme, for it is a subject to muse upon in silence, a matter to sit and meditate upon.

For the infinite to love, an insignificant creature, an ephemera of an hour, a vanishing mist. Is not this a marvel? For God to pity me, I can understand. For God to condescend to have mercy upon me, I can comprehend. But for him to love me, for the immaculately holy one, to love a sinner.

For the infinitely great one, to love a worm. Oh, this is the matchless miracle of miracles. I live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave himself for me.

Galatians chapter 2 verse 20.