At the cross
How are we today my song talks buddies!? This weather is amazing, hope you are soaking it in. Well, I am sick. I have a splitting headache and the beginnings of a massive cold. I am currently on ColdCalm and a generic version of Mucinex…blah. Sicknesses are the worst. Especially this time of year, with stomach viruses and the respiratory flu going around. It never fails that I forget to say to myself "I feel great!" when I actually do feel good, but needlessly lament and complain the moment my nose starts running! Sickness and disease always remind me that this isn't the way it's supposed to be.
Joe White is gonna be here this weekend. Joe White is the president of Kanakuk Kamps based right here in the good ole Ozarks of southwest Missouri. He does this presentation that has made him famous worldwide in which he builds a cross on the stage while telling the story of Jesus and His crucifixion. As a side note, if there were ever a time to invite a lost friend to church, this would be the weekend. It's really incredible. But, I digress. The cross. The reckoning. The putting back together that which was broken.
Did you know that we are broken? How about our planet? Does it seem broke to you? Now, before you think otherwise, this brokenness is not God's fault, but make no mistake, He will put it back together. In part, He already has…through the cross of Christ! Issac Watts said it right in his famous hymn Alas and did my Savior Bleed, which we commonly know as At the Cross:
Alas and did my Savior bleed, and did my Sovereign die, would he devote the sacred head, for sinners such as I (originally, "such a worm as I", an allusion to Psalm 22:6)?
Yes He would! On the cross! All that was broken at the beginning would be made new. Sin would be defeated. The range of emotion and theological depth to this hymn cannot be overstated. Yes Isaac, it was crimes we had done that required a penalty which placed Christ on the tree. And yes, Mr. Watts, drops of grief can never repay the debt of love we owe. But grace beyond degree and amazing pity (love), compels us to give our lives away in glorious gratitude for this incomparable gift. Fanny Crosby said of this hymn that was instrumental in her conversion, "my very soul was flooded with a celestial light", while singing it at a revival meeting in 1850. Fanny Crosby was blind. That day, she saw THE light. I'm sick. One day, they'll be no more sickness, or death, or sin, because at the cross, my burden was rolled away. And so was yours, if by faith, you have received that gift. Go on, receive it today…
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith, I received my sight
And now, I am happy all the day.
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