To pray for unity and love within the household is to touch the very heart of the Gospel, for the family is a little vineyard, a miniature of the Church, bound together not by mere blood but by covenant affection. When the husband loves the wife with that special, complacent love of which the Apostle speaks, and the wife returns it, and when the love descends from parent to child in tender sympathy, there is a picture, dim and imperfect, yet real, of Christ’s love for His own. This love is the bond. It is not something we can manufacture out of natural feeling, for the old Adam is selfish. It must be a spark from the eternal flame, born of the first love wherewith He loved us. Therefore, seek not love merely as a duty, but remember His love more than wine. Dwell on the fact of it, the character of it, that ancient, free, distinguishing tenderness which drew you with cords of kindness before the earth was formed. The more the memory is steeped in that, the more love will spring up, as flowers from the soil, and the pale reflection of Heaven’s affection will shine through your common life. Humility, patience, kindness, these are not virtues to be scraped together by a resolution; they are the sweet fruit of the Spirit, coming to perfection as the root strikes deep into that soil which is Christ’s own heart.
Yet you rightly speak of forgiveness, for no family walks long without need of it. And here is the glory: there is forgiveness with God, that He may be feared. The forgiveness we are to show one another must first be received from Him. Some tremble and shake, thinking their offenses too many, but God repeats the promise lest any doubt, “I, even I, am He that blotteth out thy transgressions.” If He says, “There is forgiveness” with a completeness casting all sin behind His back, then the household knit together by such a Master can afford to pass by petty injuries, to cover a multitude of frailties, and to show that same surprising grace to each other as often as the occasion arises.
Strong faith and deep relationship with God are the very substance of what you seek. This is not some dry doctrine gained from a distance; it is the soul directed into the love of God and the patience of Christ. How patiently He waits, how lovingly He chides when love grows cold, all because He values our love with an almighty jealousy! When you feel the coldness of your own heart, run, not to despair, but to the foot of the Cross, where love abounding, love lamenting, and love abiding melt the frost of indifference. Pray the prayer of the Psalmist: “Show Thy marvelous loving kindness.” It is a love passing knowledge, yet every Christian should wish to know all that is knowable of it. As that love flows into the heart, it washes away pride and sullenness, and creates a lowly, forgiving spirit. A truly humble Christian is so occupied with the wonder of being loved at all that there is little room left for demanding rights or nursing grievances.
Go, then, and let this little vineyard be tended for the Master. Let the world see what the love of Christ can make of a family, a place wherein His ministers (even the smallest service) receive the two hundred, the regard and esteem of grateful hearts; a place where each serves the Lord with all humility of mind amid the daily trials of close living. And remember, if you would love much, you must remember much. Count over the ancient lovingkindnesses; contemplate that self-sacrificing love which gave up the Only-Begotten; and then see if the cold embers do not kindle into a steady flame. May the perfume of this love, born of His own, rise from your altar continually, never to be quenched until faith is lost in sight.