When I am asked, "Do You Really Believe in Jesus?"
I want to say, "Who else did you have in mind?"
Today, October 9th, 2017, I turned 60.
For 45 of those years,
I have tried to practiced the teachings of Jesus and attempted to imitated His lifestyle.
Some years were better than others.
Some years — well let's say I didn't try enough to cooperate with grace.
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 others.
Different hymns speak to me at different levels.
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.
Dear Jesus, grant me this prayer.