Dr. Reinders was right – our “Christian liturgy is replete with songs and prayers full of the promises of what God will do.” Maybe those old hymn writers knew something about suffering and providence worth remembering and even clinging to today.
For example:
Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms has blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.
Immortal, Invisible, God Only Wise
To all, life Thou givest, to both great and small;
In all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
And wither and perish—but naught changeth Thee.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty
Praise to the Lord, who hath fearfully, wondrously, made thee;
Health hath vouchsafed and, when heedlessly falling, hath stayed thee.
What need or grief ever hath failed of relief?
Wings of His mercy did shade thee.
And there are some old verses in familiar hymns I think we should bring back!
With might of ours can naught be done, soon were our loss effected;
But for us fights the Valiant One, whom God Himself elected.
Ask ye, who is this? Jesus Christ it is.
Of Sabbath Lord, and there’s none other God;
He holds the field forever.
“The source gives its own product” – Mary Beeke
Posted in Book Commentary, Quotes on March 6, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Years ago, when Paul was still very young, an older saint stopped to talk with me at church.
She didn’t use any of the ‘right’ words to describe Paul’s disabilities; in fact, she used most of the wrong words!
This was in the days when I was hyper-sensitive about anything connected to my son or his disabilities. I was more than prepared to take offense at the smallest of things, and using the wrong words would not have been a small thing.
But all I felt were her godly affections for me and for my son.
I thought of that old saint as I read Mary Beeke’s The Law of Kindness: Serving with Heart and Hands:
Her words weren’t ‘correct,’ but her heart certainly was. Her loving heart made her words land on me as loving.
The Holy Spirit helped me see something, or, rather, he helped me to feel something real and powerful in the midst of so much chaos and hurt and bitterness in those days.
Why am I a Christian hedonist today? At root, of course, is that God did the miracle of making me finally alive. But God has also used old (and young) saints to pursue us in love, and that love comes from an overflowing joy in and gratefulness toward Jesus. And I want to be like that.
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