“Love,” said George Herbert, “is a man of war.” Christ’s suffering therefore was not passion merely; it was action to the highest degree. Our Redeemer stood alone in the universe as the visible exponent of love. Earth rejected Him. Hell assailed Him. Heaven forsook Him. Of the people there was none with Him: He trod the winepress alone. He took to Himself the arm of strength, and broke the tyranny of the evil one. He made an end of sin and finished the transgression (Dan 9:24). The pitiless reed was His scepter of dominion, the robe of mockery was His mantle of power, the wreath of thorns was the diadem of His all-embracing empire, the rough-hewn cross was His triumphal chariot on which He rode to glory. In Him love stood with its back to the wall fighting for dear life—and it won through! In the midst of the throne He sits, a Lamb as it had been slain, and the nations walk in the lovelight of His countenance. — Faith’s Title Deeds, D.M. McIntyre, p. 42