Virgina finally got her snow storm. We have about 8″ topped with a sleet covered crust. It glistens, it shines, it’s beautiful but also dangerous to drive on. It’s a Sunday. I don’t like missing church but it doesn’t have to mean missing worship.
Waking early I did some stretches by the back window and enjoyed the white washed scene Then I used the Lent devotional to worship. Sundays are not counted in the 40 days of lent but are used to celebrate the Resurrection. Each Sunday of lent the Resurrection of Christ is highlighted and Christ is praised for what this accomplished.
How deep the Father’s love for usHow vast beyond all measureThat He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing lossThe Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the Chosen OneBring many sons to glory
Brought to glory. A wretch made a treasure. I sang this song alone with just the dim light of a rising sun coming through the window and tears brimming as I reflected on the truth that I was a wretch. I was a mocker who scoffed at the cross.
Behold the Man upon a crossMy sin upon His shouldersAshamed, I hear my mocking voiceCall out among the scoffersIt was my sin that held Him thereUntil it was accomplishedHis dying breath has brought me lifeI know that it is finished
I will not boast in anythingNo gifts, no power, no wisdomBut I will boast in Jesus ChristHis death and resurrectionWhy should I gain from His reward?I cannot give an answerBut this I know with all my heartHis wounds have paid my ransom