Do You Really Believe in Jesus?

My Left Hand.

Well, who else did you have in mind?

Today, I turned 60.

For 45 of those years, I have tried to practice the teachings of Jesus.

And imitate His lifestyle.

Some years were better than others.

Some years — well let's say I didn't try enough.

Yesterday, Sunday morning, I was writing a talk on 2 Chronicles 31–36.

While I wrote, I listened to some of my favorite hymns:

Be Thou My Vision,

Con Que Pagaremos,

Pass Me Not,

I Will Praise Him, Still, and a few others.

Hymns speak to me at different levels, but my favorites always speak to me at some level.

But yesterday morning,

October 8th,

the day before I turned 60,

the last stanza of O Sacred Head, Now Wounded, is what spoke to me the most.

Here it is.

Enjoy.

What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest friend,

For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

O make me Thine forever,

And should I fainting be,

Lord, let me never, never

Outlive my love for Thee.

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