Saturday Song: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

This past week was Valentine’s Day.  Hard to miss, with all the pink, red, balloons, flowers, candy, stuffed animals, fancy dinners… and that was just Facebook.  Love was definitely in the air and to be celebrated.

I’ll admit, I did have some awkward moments, a sort of sense of failure really, when I walked past the displays in the stores, realizing that none of the tokens of love would be given to me.

Valentine’s evening, however, brought a greater token of love. I found myself sitting at a table with friends, talking about the meaning of 1 John 4:10:

“This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.”

Atoning — to make reparation or supply satisfaction

Sacrifice — the act of offering to a deity something precious; destruction or surrender of something for the sake of something else

Jesus was the precious offering. He supplied reparation, not for his sins, but mine.

“Your guilt is taken away, and your sin atoned for.” Isaiah 6:7

All else, no matter how great and wonderful, are trifles compared to the love of God for me. That verse, like so many, is a token to imprint on my heart the realization of God’s love.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all… (Isaac Watts)

In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river. (Frances J. Crosby)

By the grace of God, arranged and played by Katie

 

 

Snow Day Song

18“Come now, let us settle the matter,”

says the Lord.

“Though your sins are like scarlet,

they shall be as white as snow;

though they are red as crimson,

they shall be like wool. Isaiah 1:18

Snow brings out our sense of wonder. We celebrate children seeing their first snow. We wish for it at Christmas. It transforms cities and landscapes into hushed, peaceful wonderlands.

I hope I never lose my joy and wonder over the snow that God sends. I also hope I never lose the sense of wonder that it is a metaphor for my forgiveness. God has power to send the snow from his storehouses (Job 38:22) and he has the power to forgive. I had nothing but the scarlet letter of the adulteress; he took my sin and the stain of it and made it pure. I cannot justify myself any more than I can send the snow. But I will rejoice that my God does.

And when before the throne

I stand in him complete

“Jesus died my soul to save,”

My lips shall still repeat,

“Jesus paid it all!

All to him I owe.

Sin had left a crimson stain-

He washed it white as snow.”

Jesus Paid It All

New Year’s Hope

Hope v. : (transitive) 1. To desire with expectation of obtainment or fulfillment. 2. To expect with confidence.  (intransitive) 1. To cherish a desire with anticipation: to want something to happen or be true. 2. archaic: TRUST

Hope n. : 1. archaic: TRUST, RELIANCE. 2. a. desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment; expectation of fulfillment or success. b. someone or something on which hopes are centered. c. something desired or hoped for

Merriam-Webster

On a New Year’s Eve that is brimful of hope – desire in expectation- perhaps it is a good time to bring back the archaic meanings too.

May my reliance not rest in my ability to write my story in 2018. May my trust be in the Divine Author’s plan.

May I continue to hope in Christ’s promise to complete the work begun in me.

May my reliance and trust hold unwaveringly in Christ himself.

May this be my continued prayer for 2018:

Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. Psalm 25:5

Happy New Year!

Saturday Song: Christmas Medley

Come Thou long-expected Jesus, born to set thy people free…

Just as we long for Jesus’ second coming, others longed for his first. The story and songs of Christmas are reminders that he faithfully kept his promises in the past, so he will be faithful to kept his promises for the future.

Songs (with links to lyrics): Come Thou Long Expected JesusCome Thou Long Expected Jesus, Angels We Have Heard On High, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, O Come All Ye Faithful

By God’s grace, arranged and played by Katie W.