Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Ash Wednesday

Remember, from dust you have come, and to dust you shall return.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

In Chr-st Alone

*Note: For my international viewers, I will try to be discreet with my words and terms so as not to find myself blocked by your Internet service for being "anti-xyz". This is why I have chosen to incorporate Chr-st, G, J----, and so forth instead of the proper words.

Now on to my entry. We sang this song this morning in church, and it made me want to post it here because it is so powerful. It is, in most people's view (including my own), one of the very few modern hymns. Why don't we get more these days?
In Chr-st alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Chr-st I stand.
So often I think the Church, and myself included, forget that it is only in Him that we find any of the above. In this verse, my favorite line is the one that talks about Him bringing His grace and peace to us when our strivings have ceased. I tend to be a striver; trying to earn both of the above, or at the very least make myself worth of them. But one cannot experience His grace and peace until one has stopped the strivings.
In Chr-st alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of G in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as J---- died,
The wrath of G was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Chr-st I live.
Some people object to the sixth line. I've heard/seen it debated that it was not G's wrath that was satisfied, or that not all of His wrath was satisfied in Christ. But as for me, I think Scpt is clear that the wrath that should have come to me was taken by Him.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Chr-st.
I don't know how often I have missed this. Sin's curse has lost its grip on me. Tense is very important; It is not that sin will lose its grip, or that it is losing its grip. It has lost its grip!
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
'Nuff said.