The First Thing Worth Seeing

Do you ever anticipate your first moments in heaven?  If so, what do you imagine?

Fanny Crosby, the prolific hymn writer who went blind in childhood, looked forward to seeing the face of her beloved Savior when  she first opened her eyes in heaven. Of course she knew about all the other wonderful blessings promised to believers in eternity, and she also felt an eagerness for them. But they took a very distant second place to Jesus as far as Fanny was concerned.

She wrote a delightful hymn detailing her anticipation of heaven. Maybe her lyrics will challenge you in how you think about your eternal home.

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The Trinity On Sunday Mornings

Two weeks ago, our church sang a beautiful old hymn invoking each member of the Trinity to bless our worship of Him. I delighted in its descriptions of Father, Son and Spirit, intrigued by how each Person works during a church service. It deepens my sense of awe as I enter into corporate worship on Sundays.

Perhaps listening to this hymn, and thinking seriously about the words, will enhance your perspective on Sunday morning worship as you contemplate the Trinity’s intimate involvement in our prayers, our hearing of His Word and our response to Him. I know it gives me a greater sobriety about worship.

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What I Don’t Know And Who I DO Know

Why me?

People usually ask that question when something bad happens to them, implying that they don’t deserve the calamity. But I’ve been asking that same question in reference to my salvation. Why would the Lord choose me, a stubborn sinner full of pride and self-love, to receive His wonderful gift of salvation? Oh, I suppose I could flatter myself that He knew I’d be faithful to serve Him (or something silly like that), but I kinda know better after 64 years of living with myself. In truth, I haven’t any idea why He saved me.

I don’t know a lot of things, actually. For all my study of God’s Word, I see more and more that the work of the Holy Spirit far exceeds my intellectual abilities. How does the Spirit speak through the pages of Scripture? I can’t explain it.

But I know the Lord Jesus Christ. And because I know Him, I know He’ll keep His promises to me. Again, I don’t know  why He promises me an eternity of worshiping Him in heaven, or why He will grant me His inheritance, but I know I can trust Him to fulfill those glorious promises. And today’s hymn encourages me to rely only in Who He is.

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Jesus Doeth All Things Well

This past week, I struggled with the sin of worry. Disability forces me to be dependent on government programs (never a good thing) and one of those programs didn’t seem to be operating properly. Thankfully everything got sorted out Friday, but until then I battled to trust God’s sovereignty.

In the midst of the struggle, I came across a lesser known Fanny Crosby hymn that the Lord used to both convict me of my sinful anxiety and assure me of the Father’s care for me. I share it here as a reminder to myself, but also as an encouragement to you. Whatever befalls us, we need to trust that Jesus really does all things well.

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At The Cross

What makes you valuable? Is it your skilled understanding of the Bible? Perhaps the number of followers you have on social media? How about your connections with well-known Christian personalities?

The hymn I’ve chosen to present today humbles me. As much as I feel tempted to boast in all the things listed in the paragraph above, I must realize that only Christ gives me worth. Nothing I do either enhances or diminishes my worth precisely because I derive my worth exclusively from Him. And He assigned that worth to me at the cross.

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Creation Inspires This Our Hymn Of Grateful Praise

When I lived in Marin County, California, I loved the wheelchair accessible trail at the summit of Mount Tamalpias. My friend Valerie took me up there for one last wheelchair hike in July of 2002, just before I moved to the Greater Boston Area to marry John.

I still remember thrilling as we looked down at a hawk in flight, as well as admiring the summer flowers and grasses that cascaded down the mountainside below us. As we savored the beauty, Valerie mused, “I don’t see how anyone can deny that God created all of this.” I had to agree. Mount Tamalpias always left me awed by God’s variety in His creation. I guess that’s why I loved it so.

Those wonderful memories of Mount Tam flood back as I listen to the simple hymn that I’m posting today. God’s creation indeed causes me to praise the Lord for making such a splendid universe. Even more, it inspires me to adore Him.

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