Wednesday, April 28, 2010
"date" night
Sunday, April 25, 2010
mr. lonely
Monday, April 19, 2010
Not done yet
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Habakkuk's farewell
Saturday, April 10, 2010
post silence
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
when God says enough
Sunday, April 4, 2010
the stretch run
Resurrection Sunday
Resurrection
Give me the assurance that in Christ I died, in him I rose, in his life I live, in his victory I triumph, in his ascension I shall be glorified.
Adorable Redeemer, thou who wast lifted upon a cross art ascended to highest heaven.
Thou, who as Man of sorrows, wast crowned with thorns, art now as Lord of life wreathed with glory.
Once, no shame more deep then thine, no agony more bitter, no death more cruel.
Now, no exaltation more high, no life more glorious, no advocate more effective.
Thou art in the triumph car leading captive thine enemies behind thee.
What more could be done than thou hast done! Thy death is my life, thy resurrection my peace, thy ascension my hope, thy prayers my comfort.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Holy Saturday
Friday, April 2, 2010
Good Friday
Love Lustres at
My Father,
Enlarge my heart, warm my affections, open my lips, supply words that proclaim ‘Love lustres at
There grace removes my burdens and heaps them on thy Son, made a transgressor, a curse, and sin for me.
There the sword of thy justice smote the man, thy fellow;
There thy infinite attributes were magnified, and infinite atonement was made;
There infinite punishment was due, and infinite punishment was endured.
Christ was all anguish that I might be all joy, cast off that I might be brought in, trodden down as an enemy that I might be welcomed as a friend, surrendered to hell’s worst that I might attain heaven’s best, stripped that I might be clothed, wounded that I might be healed, athirst that I might drink, tormented that I might be comforted, made a shame that I might inherit glory, entered darkness that I might have eternal light.
My Saviour wept that all tears might be wiped from my eyes , groaned that I might have endless song, endured all pain that I might have unfading health, bore a thorny crown that I might have a glory-diadem, bowed his head that I might uplift mine, experienced reproach that I might receive welcome, closed his eyes in death that I might gaze on unclouded brightness, expired that might for ever live.
O Father, who spared not thine only Son that thou mightest spare me,
All this transfer thy love designed and accomplished;
Help me to adore thee by lips and life.
O that my every breath might be ecstatic praise, my every step buoyant with delight, as I see my enemies crushed, Satan baffled, defeated, destroyed, sin buried in the ocean of reconciling blood, hell’s gates closed, heaven’s portal open.
Go forth, O conquering God, and show me the cross, mighty to subdue, comfort and save.