good quote

" In my opinion, the great single need of the moment is that light-hearted superficial religionists be struck down with a vision of God high and lifted up, with His train filling the temple. The holy art of worship seems to have passed away like the Shekinah glory from the tabernacle. As a result, we are left to our own devices and forced to make up the lack of spontaneous worship by ...bringing in countless cheap and tawdry activities to hold the attention of the church people." ~ A.W. Tozer

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Faith Turned to Sight

"That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: Whom having not seen, ye love." (1 Peter 1:7-8)

As the resurrected Christ ascended into heaven, He promised to return and end this present age, with all its trials and troubles. "Surely I come quickly" (Revelation 22:20), He said. The saints will eternally thereafter enjoy the presence of their Lord. Since "we walk by faith, not by sight" (2 Corinthians 5:7) in this life, with much we don't yet understand, the prayer of each faithful saint has mirrored John's response to the Lord's promise, "Even so, come, Lord Jesus" (Revelation 22:20). The fourth and climactic verse of "It Is Well with My Soul" focuses on this coming event.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll: The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend, Even so-- it is well with my soul.

For centuries, faithful men and women have gazed upward, desiring to see " the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together" (Revelation 6:14) and His return. Many have died in faith, and they now have fuller understanding, but they await the final resurrection. As the great day draws nearer, we should be all the more expectant. This hope of the Christian provides great comfort while we wait.

But on that day, "the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words" (1 Thessalonians 4:16- 18). Until then, "it is well with my soul. JDM

Nailed to the Cross

"Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: Who forgiveth all thine iniquities." (Psalm 103:2-3)

When Christ was nailed to the cross as our atoning sacrifice, our sins- all of them- were nailed there, as well. His death paid the entire penalty, "having forgiven you all trespasses; Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross" (Colossians 2:12-14). This is the theme of the thrilling third verse of "It Is Well with My Soul."

My sin- O the bliss of the glorious thought
my sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:9). On what basis? "The blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin" (v.7). "Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness" (1 Peter 2:24).

The fact that our sins are gone-- "As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us" (Psalm 103:12), and we bear them no more, gives us the courage, strength, and stamina to bear up, with His help, under the trials of this age-- the theme of the song's first two verses.

If ever the circumstances of this present life threaten to overwhelm us, we can "consider him that endureth such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds" (Hebrews 12:3). The certainty of our future overrides any uncertainty in this life.

"It is well, it is well with my soul." JDM

Sunday, September 6, 2009

He Keeps Me Singing

This hymn is a blessing to my soul today... I love to sing and I love that the Lord puts a melody in my heart to sing as I walk with Him each day...

there's within my heart a melody
Jesus whispers sweet and low
"Fear not I am with thee,
Peace be still,"
In all of life's ebb and flow.

(Refrain)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Sweetest name I know,
Fills my every longing
Keeps me singing as I go

All my life was wreaked by sin and strife
Discord filled my heart with pain
Jesus swept across the broken strings
stirred the slumbering cords again

(Refrain)

Feasting on the riches of His grace
Resting 'neath His sheltering wing
Always looking in His smiling face
That is why I shout and sing

(Refrain)

Though sometimes He leads through waters deep
Trials fall across the way
Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep
See His footprints all the way

(Refrain)

Soon His coming back to welcome me
Far beyond the starry sky
I shall wing my flight to worlds unknown
I shall reign with Him on high.

Day by day

This hymn was such a blessing to me. I hope it's a blessing to those who read it too.

*Day By Day*

Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here; Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a Father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

My Favorite poem

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.