Murder, Riots, Depravity, and Hope – A Hymn From the Past

Usually on Sunday I only talk about a beautiful hymn, but today I have a hymn and something else on my mind. As you know, dear ones, if you’ve followed me long enough, once upon a time I practiced the religion of politics. I worshipped at the feet of Talking Heads. It started with the unrest in Egypt, when mass crowds of citizens came together and overthrew the dictator that had taken over their country. I watched in horror, as a military stood ready to defend its citizens against their government if need be. They weren’t fighting their leaders, but they weren’t aiming their guns at their people either. It didn’t take long before that particular leader was removed, and a new one was elected. It was as fascinating to me as it was terrifying, but I couldn’t really understand it.

Romans 8:28

I had done really well in my AP Gov classes, but that wasn’t due to intellect. I had been taught a trick for test taking that I still use anytime I need to. The answer to questions is almost always found in other questions, so if I didn’t know something all I had to do was skip ahead and I’d find the answer waiting in the form of a different question. Ironically, it was a group designed to prepare poor folk like me for college, I wasn’t going to be able to afford it so I needed to have the best grades and test results possible. Anyhow, all thats to say that I left high school completely unaware of how the world worked. But as a new mom, and a young wife, the possibility of a country going through so much change that quickly led me to constant research. Which led me to believe the answer was to be found in our elected officials. It was incredibly naive, but you’d have found me in my early twenties campaigning for Conservo-Libertarian candidates as well as rallying in the Tea Parties. I wore “Give me Liberty or Give me Death” shirts and quoted Ayn Rand. And while I still hold to most of the political views that I did then, I now hold to them for a very different reason.

Ezekiel 36:26

The answer to the problems in the world will never come from governments, rulers, or rioters. The answer came on July 4th, 2015 when God graciously saved this idolatrous wretch. He bore my sin and judgement, He bought me with His blood, and I now only obey Him. I am His servant, His slave, and so I tarry here at His good will waiting to make a pilgrimage home. The answer to murder, to hate, to arson, to theft, to sin, is the Gospel. I can’t fix the world, it’s fallen, but I can share the only good news wicked men will ever hear, there is forgiveness in Christ. There is salvation in Christ. Every sin, whether its murder or theft, will be paid for. Either Christ paid for your sin on the cross and you have been given new life and new desires, or you will pay for your sin. There is no such thing as injustice, but there is sinful men who think they’ve put off justice for the moment. But God holds the account, and there will be a day of Judgement.

2 Corinthians 5:21

We were feeling cooped up, so we took a drive. Fargo is only a couple hours from us, if the hubby drives (3 and a half if I drive, because I’m slow and easily distracted by every…single…rest stop…) so we decided to get out of the house. We were keeping a close watch on Minneapolis because it’s not far from us, but it was early when we pulled into downtown Fargo so we didn’t think there would be any danger in driving around. We were met by a young man standing in the middle of the street with his fist in the air and his face covered. It reminded me of the Occupy Wallstreet folks that camped out downtown where I worked back when politics was my religion. A group of them had stepped out into the road, fists up, trying to block me from driving by them. I saw them in time and sped around them, and took a different route to work from then on out. What I’m trying to say is, with my beautiful daughter sitting in the back seat, it freaked me out. There was a march taking place, and we were in the traffic of people taking part. Most of the signs I saw were appropriate, a few of them were not, but one of them had us turning around and driving home.

1 Samuel 12:24

It said “If you can’t change the system, scare it.” I had seen enough videos of the neighboring city burning to know that a small group of the hundreds of people walking the street would stick around to cause trouble, to “scare” the system. Obviously, we drove home after that, and I’m not feeling cooped up this morning I’m feeling thankful for the safety of my home. But there was something else that chilled me to the bones, as we drove home, we passed a dozen or more armored military vehicles all heading for Fargo. Last night the mayor declared a state of emergency. My husband is a very wise man, he must have seen a glint of the old man in me, that dead and rotting corpse that was plagued with fear of all the things I couldn’t fix, and the things I couldn’t control. He pulled up R. C. Sproul’s last sermon and listened to it with me, then he played me John MacArthurs eulogy for the great theologian. We talked about eternal things for most of the drive home. Why Sproul’s last sermon? Why the eulogy? Because my husband knows I need to be reminded of the only answer to sin. He knows I need to be reminded that we have this great hope. Below is a beautiful hymn from Fanny Crosby, and in case you need to be reminded like I did, I added links to that eulogy and sermon. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Emoji’s

When my life work is ended,
And I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer
When I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture
When I view His blessèd face,
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him
For the mercy, love and grace,
That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the dear ones in glory,
How they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden
They will sing my welcome home;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Through the gates to the city
In a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages
I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Sprouls-Last-Sermon
John-MacArthur’s-Eulogy-for-Sproul

Sunday Hymns of the Past: Blessed Redeemer, Graciously Hear Us

Dear ones, some days are better then others for my brain. Some days I feel sharp, like I can pay attention, remember things, avoid running into door knobs and counters (walls, furniture, anything and everything within a two foot radius) and accomplish everything I need to get done with ease. And then other days my brain goes into what I’ve termed “space cadet mode”. In space cadet mode I remember nothing, in fact I often wake up with bruises everywhere from all the things I ran into, only I can’t even remember running into anything. Unlike those kitchen counters, I don’t feel sharp. I can’t pay attention to anything, my thoughts race so fast that I can hardly put two of them together and form a sentence, and I accomplish very little. It can feel helpless, hopeless, and overwhelming.

These days are the days when I cherish the old hymns. They remind me that this is not my home, and that one day my brain will be restored, this sin cursed body will be raised anew, and I will never again struggle with these light afflictions. They remind me to be thankful in this short trial, often over as soon as it starts! And I am thankful to God for my Space Cadet Mode. It’s often in these modes that I let loose and have more fun with my daughter. I don’t strain myself to fit as much work as I possibly can into each second. It reminds me of my great need for God, and my need for prayer. And the bumps or bruises remind me to rejoice in Gods grace, that the pain is only momentary. God is good. Regardless of what I am going through, God is good. I hope this hymn will, likewise, bless you. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Blessed Redeemer, graciously hear us,
Breathing devotion like incense to Thee;
Tenderly shield us, lovingly cheer us,
Blessed Redeemer, Thy children are we.
While in Thy kingdom angels adore Thee,
Joyfully singing ever before Thee;
Grant our petition—hear, we implore Thee,
Voices now singing praises to Thee.
Tenderly shield us, lovingly cheer us,
Blessed Redeemer, Thy children are we.

Tranquilly fading, slowly declining,
Twilight is passing in beauty away;
Now on Thy bosom safely reclining,
Teach us, our Father, oh, teach us to pray.
Blessed Redeemer, leave us, oh never,
Till we have anchored over the river,
Till we shall praise Thee, singing forever,
Jesus, our Savior, glory to Thee.
Now on Thy bosom safely reclining,
Teach us, our Father, oh, teach us to pray.

Sunday Hymns of the Past – I Must Have the Savior with Me: By Fanny Crosby

In Fanny Crosby’s dark world, where the sunlight could never pierce through her blindness, she found strength in the Rock. She knew her need, she knew that she must have her savior with her. We might, dear ones, have sight today. You can read these words, the sunrise, the world around you, but you need Christ no less than Fanny did. It is when we forget the need we have, when we rely on our own strength, that we fall. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

I must have the Savior with me,
For I dare not go alone,
I must feel His presence near me,
And His arm around me thrown.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
For my faith, at best, is weak;
He can whisper words of comfort,
That no other voice can speak.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
In the onward march of life,
Thro’ the tempest and the sunshine,
Thro’ the battle and the strife.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

I must have the Savior with me,
And His eye the way must guide,
Till I reach the vale of Jordan,
Till I cross the rolling tide.

Then my soul shall fear no ill, fear no ill,
Let Him lead me where He will, where He will,
I will go without a murmur,
And His footsteps follow still.

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior – Fanny Crosby

In hearing that my favorite hymn is Pass Me Not, my dear sister Becca created this graphic for me. It’s beautiful, and I thank God for His kindness in my life to send me faithful brothers and sisters in Christ to encourage me, rebuke me, teach me, and edify me. I pray that the Lord would use me to do the same in return to His Church. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.

Pass me not, O gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief
Kneeling there in deep contrition
Help my unbelief
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Thou the spring of all my comfort
More than life to me
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by

Hymns of the Past – Pass Me Not by Fanny Crosby

I hope this post finds you all doing well, and that you’ve shared a fruitful day of fellowship this Lords day. The first time I heard this hymn was during a speech by Jonnie Ereckson-Tada. What a beautiful hymn this is, made more beautiful by its encouragement to saints like the writer, Fanny Crosby, who are in trials or difficulties. I pray it will bless you all as much as it has blessed me. As always, beloved brethren, be good Berean’s and study to show yourselves approved.
Pass me not, O gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief
Kneeling there in deep contrition
Help my unbelief
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Trusting only in Thy merit
Would I seek Thy face
Heal my wounded, broken spirit
Save me by Thy grace
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
Thou the spring of all my comfort
More than life to me
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?
Savior, Savior
Hear my humble cry
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by
While on others Thou art calling
Do not pass me by

https://youtu.be/3cnL_CY_sRI