Well, I'm here. This is my first serious attempt at blogging (Xanga doesnt's count). I don't want this blog to be about me. While that may be a contradiction in terms, it's my desire. I want to share what is going on in my life and what the Lord is teaching me, so that I might be an encouragement to everyone who stumbles across it.
God has ignited a passion within me that I have never known before. Over the past few days, He has broken me to the point that I wasn't sure if I would recover. However, as He does every time, the Lord lifted me from the mirey pit that was my sin and rebellion and cradled me in His arms, restoring me to a daily love relationship with Him. I am so in love with Christ right now! I am utterly amazed that God could look down from heaven, see a wretched sinner like me who has slapped Him in the face and drug His name through the mud more times than I can count, and choose to love me as His own.
I think it was Jeff Berry who told the story (correct me if I'm wrong) about his baby boy taking a bath. He tells that he left the bathroom for a couple minutes to take care of something else. When he returned, he found that his son had, for lack of a better term, pooped all over the bathtub and all over himself. He was initially disgusted and taken aback by the sight of his son covered in his own filth. However, overcome by love for his little boy, Jeff stooped down and cleaned off his son. Now, how much more did God, who was and is perfect, stoop down and take the filth of sinful flesh on himself and to die the most painful death imaginable so that we might be clean. "God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God." - 2 Cor 5:21.
"How Deep the Father's Love for Us"
How deep the father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart-
His wounds have paid my ransom.
2 comments:
It's funny you said that...I was thinking the whole time I was writing that post, "I wish Michael could check this for me!" hahaha
Then I had to tell myself that it didn't matter. I really don't care if other people criticize my writing anyway (not that they would)... thats not the reason I am doing this anyhow...
Whoa that was pretty intense my friend. Good start to the blog I say!
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