The Living Lord

2 Samuel 22; Psalm 18

You, the living Lord, are God of victory;
My enemy shall not prevail against me.
To save my life your hand extends from heaven,
With shouts and fire and smoke and flying angels.
Long have I sought my Rock and strong protection,
Take notice, Lord, of my unflagging devotion.
Put armies to flight, tear down the walls of hatred;
Before me clear the paths so I may pursue.
My Savior reigns, he lives to rescue his people,
His ways are true, his word is always faithful.
You are my shield, my strong, unbending defender,
Before the war is won, we sing the outcome.
None is like the Lord, no other deity
Can turn the battle — both sky and earth are shaken
When God, our God, descends to scatter
The nations — Praise him! Praise him in the highest!

Make Gratitude Grow

Our blessed Father in Heaven,

Make gratitude grow in my heart for all your mercies.
You’ve walked with me in all my difficult journeys.
My every need you’ve satisfied in time.
I had no want, for you remained the same.
In highs and lows, Lord, you’re my constant stay.
What consolation! Under my Rock I lie.
Thank you, O God! To you I give my worries.

In Jesus’ name. Amen.

The God of All

God of all comfort,

You are the God of all grace, of all power, of all knowledge,
the God of omni’s, the God of the little man squeezed out.
You are the God of the fallen, the broken, and the silenced,
the God who picks up the pieces and gives voice to pain.

You are the God of the forgotten, the doubtful, the confused,
the God of those who cannot look back for fear of the past.
You are the God of those without a future, without a hope,
the God who loves the loveless, among whom I am one.

For Jesus came for me. Amen.

Thank you for this pandemic

Lord God, Father who hears his children,

Thank you for answering my pleas. To have the Creator and Sovereign of the universe pay attention to me is a wonderful thing. I deserve nothing, yet you have given me so much — hope, love, joy and peace that passes all understanding.

Preserve me for your purposes, O Lord. Make me a genuine servant, seeking you with all my heart. Let my circumstances be merely a colorful background for the joy of your love in my life.

Thank you for this pandemic. Save people from suffering and dying — we wish no one ill — and also let us see how this moment serves your purpose to save the souls of many.

Use our modest efforts to point others to the Cross of Christ and the blessed entrance into the Kingdom of Power.

Let Jesus reign in our hears, in whom we pray and rejoice. Amen.

Back to the Bible

I remember reading the assembly instructions as a kid for something my dad was putting together and was told that we didn’t need them.  My protests over a handful of screws when the contraption was built were dismissed with the explanation that companies always put in extras.  The product worked, yes, but not like it should.

The Manufacturer of mankind has left us a manual, God’s Word, the Bible.  So, it would make sense, for maximum effectiveness, to follow the guidelines set forth by the One who designed you, created every cell, breathed life into you, and then “beforehand” planned works for you to do (Ephesians 2:10).  This is why Jesus, the Word made flesh, came—to give us life abundantly (John 10:10).  Underscoring its importance, every time Jesus said a version of “Have you not read …?” He was bringing His listeners back to the Bible.

Now I know that each of us can point to neighbors, coworkers, and friends who have never followed the Bible or perhaps live its precepts in a randomized way, picking and choosing tasty tidbits like dishes on a buffet, and they all seem to have pretty good and functional lives.  This can be particularly hard on preacher’s kids (PKs) in small churches in the Northeast as they see their friends in public school seemingly having life more together than the handful of kids in their Bible classes and VBS.

But, do they really?  Even though I ministered to others from the Bible, I realized pretty quickly that I had a compromised version of my Christianity early in my wife’s ongoing eight-year battle with cancer—but especially in the past six months.  My foundation of faith was not as solid as it needed to be to endure the trials that forced us to live separately since January and unable to help each other with the other’s battle front.

Just as Moses was told to build everything according to the pattern shown to him on the mountain (Hebrews 8:5), I dug deep to return back-to-the-Bible to build up my prayer life and trust in Him.  Reasoning that God, who loved us unconditionally and was working for our good (Romans 8), knew what was best for my life and was entirely in control of the circumstances, I have flourished in my faith where many believed I should have floundered.

‘Back to the Bible’ is more than just an academic exercise or pithy saying.  It is a deep and determined commitment to delve into doctrine that saves and enriches your life.  It fortifies the foundation of your faith so that you may function well in the best of times and are prepared to fight during the worst.

In Days of Woe, in Hours of Fear

Our Heavenly Father, God of all,
Who saves us from our prideful Fall,
We give you thanks for life and limb,
For words to praise, for heart and hymn.

In days of woe, in hours of fear,
We seek you Lord, come and be near,
Descend upon our worried mind,
With peace and joy for all mankind.

Helpless

Helpless we to save ourselves from a fate
A million times worse than death, this weight
Of sin and crushing guilt and burning shame —
Heavy this burden on this mortal frame.

Hear, O God, this hard confession we make,
Where all our false foundations tremble and shake —
In our distress, deliver us from our chains,
Hands surrendering hearts and hurts and reins.

A will of iron

O God who spoke a word and created a world from nothing,
Create in us a new heart, a will of iron to do your bidding,
That we might give you glory and show the world the image of Christ,
Through Jesus the Lord who showed the way of light and life.
Amen.

Come save us!

Our heavenly Father,
Come save us!
Come transform us!
Come fill us!
Come live in us!

Glorify yourself in us,
Fulfill your will in us,
Go forward with your mission in us,
Find your joy in us.

God almighty,
Protect your people,
Preserve your people,
Make your people grow,
Carry your people to heaven.

How Much of Faith?

How much of faith I’ve yet to learn!
The Arch is high, and progress, slow;
The Way is strait, hard headwinds blow
As I pass beneath its scaffold’d span.

What narrow lane I was called to brave!
But why complain? His love constrains —
His lessons draw from all my pains;
His patience is long, his will, to save.

What, then, must be my prayer to ascend,
But for faith to bear, and time to repent?
For haste to obey? To feel content?
Let all my will to his purpose bend.


Photo from the city’s official site.