One of the great mistakes of my life so far is not to have read more of the Erskines sooner. I’m remedying that by reading Samuel McMillan’s selections in the meantime (Ralph a while ago and now Ebenezer) but all they really do is whet your appetite for the complete works.
This is from a discourse on Luke 1, ‘the dayspring from on high hath visited us.’
“Come and see a bright ray of divine mercy and love breaking forth in the day-spring of his incarnation, the sounding of his bowels, the beating of his blessed heart. O sirs, what is Christ, but just the love of God wrapped up in flesh and blood! 1 John 4: 9-10. Here is the highest flight that ever the love of God took, and higher it cannot mount. It is observed by some divines that the other attributes of God are able to do more than they have done: infinite power can make more worlds, infinite wisdom can devise greater things than ever yet appeared unto man; but as for the love of God, it hath stretched itself to the uttermost, it can go no further: what could he do more for us than to give his Son, the Son of his love, to give him unto the death? and how will he not with him freely give us all things? O the height, the depth, the breadth, and the length of the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge!”