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 to 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
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Those hands need nails to keep them in line.
Something must be done.
Those arms must never embrace again.
We saw His arm reach out when He touched the leper, in defiance of our purity laws.
We saw His hands lift the face of an adulterous woman, thwarting our execution of her just sentence.
We saw Him welcome children into His arms, as if one must become like an infant to belong to His kingdom.
We saw Him break bread and divide the fish, as if He were supplying manna from heaven.
We saw His arms beckon sinners to His table, as if by repentance one can wash away the past.
We saw His arms do nothing to stop a sinful woman from anointing Him, as if He were a treasure greater than her priceless perfume.
We saw His arms crack the whip and overturn the tables, as if He were in charge of the temple.
And then we watched Him lead the blind and the lame inside, as if God's house were for the broken and weary.
His hands are tainted, unwashed, defiled.
His hands, just like His speeches, are always about Him. He never ceases to point to Himself.
As if He were the only way. As if He alone has truth. As if He alone gives life.
His arms are open to anyone (anyone!) who will repent, and yet He bars the door from those of us who need no repentance.
Those cursed arms must be pinned down. Those hands must be stilled. Those wrists must be bound.
If He is so determined to stretch out His arms, let them be stretched out and nailed to the tree.
Perhaps then His embrace of sinners will end. Perhaps then people will understand true holiness. Perhaps then purity and righteousness will reign.
But wait, what is He saying?
Who is He talking to?
He is praying. Yes, He is praying... for us.
See Him there, with arms outstretched. His hands are speaking again.
This time, they beckon us to come. To trade our taunts for tears. Our efforts for His accomplishment. Our debts for His inheritance.
Before His cross we kneel. Here He is enthroned, hovering over us, arms outstretched, His shadow covering our sin. Blessing in His blood.
Arms outstretched, His broken body fills the threshold. The narrow door of repentance is open to the world.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Our baby girl turned 4 on Friday. It is both amazing and heartrending how fast children grow. Lily is maturing quickly into such a fine young lady and we could not possibly be more proud! We had a super fun weekend, celebrating with friends from church, Nana and grandma Jan, who just happens to have a birthday on April 5th, the day after Lily's! So we celebrated her as well, and both birthday girls got their own big, oversized cupcakes. Lily's premier present was a shiny new princess bike, and she's already mastering her riding skills, though just today she had a couple of little falls that currently have her a bit gun-shy! But she'll be back on the horse in no time. Happy Birthday Lily Grace. Jesus loves you, and so do we!!!