So, what do you love most about Jesus?

John 15:13. 'Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends.'

What I love most about Jesus is that He laid down His life for me when I was His enemy.

 

"In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms."
2:15

 

The more I study about Jesus the more I love Jesus... He is my all in all and provides everything I need now and in the world to come!... Brother Glen

 

You ever sing that old hymn in church? It's one of my favorites. With accompanist:

3:45

 

I have led it as a song leader and sung it many time in church acapella over the years... There are so many favorites Amazing Grace is one of my favorites but again there are so many others and it is hard to skip just one and say this is my favorite... I love all the songs of Zion!... As long as the song is all about the triune Godhead and not about man!... Brother Glen

 

What I love about Jesus is that even though He knows who I really am, He forgives me.

 

I am inspired and challenged by the character of Jesus. He calls me to be a man - like men are supposed to be, with courage, honor, and compassion - and then teaches and empowers me to do it.

 

We love Him. There is no "favorite" attribute or thing about Him that we "love most." To know Him is to love Him, and the more we know, the more we love.

There are two sides to this coin. The more we know Him, the more we know ourselves, and the more we see our own corruption, which in reality is total, complete and utter through and through, and the more revolted we are because of it.

And then we see that we have been very much forgiven, and then we love Him even more seeing that He first loved us.

More love to thee, O Christ,
More love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee,
More love to thee.

Once earthly joy I craved,
Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek;
Give what is best:
This all my prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee,
More love to thee.

Let sorrow do its work,
Send grief and pain;
Sweet are thy messengers,
Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee,
More love to thee.

Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise,
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee,
More love to thee,
More love to thee.