Now more than ever…

When I started my journey in fresh childlike trust
I believed that the Lord’s way was best.

When my journey began, my trust was childlike, because I was a child. I asked the Lord into my heart at an alter made of the dining room chairs put in a row, in my home in the smallest of small towns (it doesn’t even have a post office). But even at a young age, I knew that I needed something that I didn’t have, and that no man could provide.

I can tell you now the time
I can take you to the place
Where the Lord saved me
by His wonderful grace

On January 5, 1991, realized that even though I was a “good kid,” I was still a sinner. I asked God to forgive me of my sins, to come into my heart, and to “cleanse me from all unrighteousness.” The journey over the last twenty-four years has not been easy. There have been times when God’s presence would have not been any stronger if I was standing in the throne room of Heaven, and there were times when the valley seemed insurmountable.

Looking back, I can see the valleys were all used to teach me more about the King I serve. I learned that just because I want something, it is not what is best for me. I learned just because someone claims to be a man of God, it does not make him infallible. I’ve learned that just because someone makes assertions based on scripture does not mean that the assertions can be accepted without verification, study, and prayer.

Oh, but now more than ever I cherish the cross.
More than ever I sit at His feet.
All the miles of my journey have proved my Lord true,
And He is so precious to me.

I can honestly say I am stronger in my faith than I was at this time a year ago. The convictions I have are mine; not thrust upon me by my peers. The Christian walk really does get “sweeter as the days go by.”

Then sings my soul!

Over the past month or so, I’ve visited several churches around the state for different occasions (a baby dedication in Columbus, a baptism in Milledgeville, etc). One thing I have noticed is the stark differences in music from church to church. I love music in general, but to me a church service is not complete without hymns. Praise and worship music (along with other contemporary styles) has its place, granted. And, I’m certain it ministers to some who hear it. But, for me, church is not church without the old traditions.

They just do not write songs like that anymore. Take, for example, The Love of God:

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

  • Refrain:
    Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
    How measureless and strong!
    It shall forevermore endure—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.

When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

The new songs do not come close to the meaning and depth of these lyrics which have stood the test of time. They fill me with such a sense of peace each time I hear them that is unmatched.

Our neighbors love music as much as I (and my family) do. Quite often, they will come up, and we will drag out the hymnals and we just sit around the living room singing. This past Sunday evening was one of those occasions. We had, as we normally do, a wonderful time. It is so nice to be able to sit and spend time with such a family!