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God With Us by MercyMe

Who are we— that You would be mindful of us?
What do You see— that’s worth looking our way?
We are free— in ways that we never should be.
Sweet release— from the grip of these chains.

Like hinges straining from the weight,
My heart no longer can keep from singing.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified:
Emmanuel, God with us.

My heart sings a brand new song.
The debt is paid, these chains are gone.
Emmanuel, God with us.

Lord, You know— our hearts don’t deserve Your glory;
Still You show— a love we cannot afford.
Like hinges straining from the weight,
My heart no longer can keep from singing.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified:
Emmanuel, God with us.

My heart sings a brand new song.
The debt is paid, these chains are gone.
Emmanuel, God with us.

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary;
Nevertheless,
We lay it at Your feet.

Such a tiny offering
Compared to Calvary;
Nevertheless,
We lay this at Your feet.

All that is within me cries
For You alone be glorified:
Emmanuel, God with us.

My heart sings a brand new song.
My debt is paid, these chains are gone.
Emmanuel, God with us.

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Parable of the Waiting Father

I have been thinking about the parable of the prodigal son alot this week. Mostly about the dad and the older brother. It all started when I heard a radio preacher ask his congregation if the story ever bothered them. Did the kid get away with sin? Was the dad too complacent? It was a good angle on the story.

I am a victim of God’s kindness. I wouldn’t blame God if he tore me a new one. I wouldn’t blame God if he just looked at me one day and shrugged his shoulders and moved on with his life. So, the parable of the waiting father still amazes me.

God’s compassion isn’t complacency. Too me, the key seems to be the son’s repentance. I don’t know how the dad would’ve reacted to the son’s return had he come back lacking humilty. Based on what I understand about God, brokeness is a big deal to him. In the OT, God was tired of the sacrifices of the people – no repentance, no humility.

I wonder what happened to the older brother?

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I heard the phrase "God’s bloody knuckles" yesterday and it has intrigued me ever since. The phrase is clearly a nod to Revelation 3:20 (an often misapplied verse of Scripture because of its use in evangelism). Jesus is speaking to a group about being earnest in repentance. The reason? — "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline."

When the speaker said the phrase "God’s bloddy knuckles," it was like a flash. I instantly, clearly saw God’s bloody knuckles in my life. How many times a day does he try to communicate to me, to teach me? How many times does a lesson jump out at me? How many times have I payed attention? How many times have I forgotten? Is not my current life a result of ignoring God’s bloody knuckles?

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God’s Pain – Genesis 6:6

The LORD was grieved that he had made man on the earth, and his heart was filled with pain. (Genesis 6:6).

This was part of my Bible reading for today and it just stood out. Don’t know why. Can’t really analyze this part of God but still feel sad none the less, especially "and his heart was filled with pain." What must that have been like for God and does he still feel the same today?

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Then Sings My Soul!

How Great Thou Art

O Lord my God,

When I in awesome wonder

Consider all

The works Thy Hand hath made,

I see the stars,

I hear the mighty thunder,

Thy pow’r throughout

The universe displayed; 

When through the woods

And forest glades I wander

I hear the birds

Sing sweetly in the trees;

When I look down

From lofty mountain grandeur

And hear the brook

And feel the gentle breeze; 

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art! 

When Christ shall come,

With shouts of acclamation,

And take me home,

What joy shall fill my heart!

Then I shall bow

In humble adoration

And there proclaim,

"My God, how great Thou art!" 

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!

Then sings my soul,

My Saviour God, to Thee,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art! 

 

(Lyrics ~ Carl Boberg, 1859 – 1940; English Translation ~ Stuart K. Hine, 1899 – 1989)

 

 

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