Jesus is God

ImmanuelIt comes up too often to ignore, to push aside and move on. Whether lingering over warm cups in my favorite coffee shop, sitting face-to-face at the kitchen table, or side-by-side on a fireside sofa, our conversations often come to “where is God in this?”

Where, indeed, is God in the dark places that mark our experience – discouragement, wayward children, cancer, divorce, Alzheimer’s, depression, anxiety, overwhelming weariness?

Our Advent reflection this week reminds us that Jesus is God. He is Immanuel, God with us.

I certainly take that gift for granted, but when Jesus arrived as a baby everything changed for God’s people. Instead of finding God only in a Holy place within the Temple walls, now He walked among them. Instead of a chosen few Levite men being qualified to come into God’s presence, He became present.

We notice skeptical surprise in old Zechariah when, after 400 silent years in the Temple, God’s messenger declares the unfolding of the Immanuel plan. Even in the very place where God had promised to dwell, he wasn’t ready for God to show up. (Luke 1:5-20)

Compare that with the messenger’s next stop to a young virgin in Nazareth – about as far away from the Holy of Holies in the Temple as any good Jew was willing to travel. Yet in this out of the way place, to a girl who had much to lose in the process, the plan for Immanuel’s coming was received with hope. (Luke 1:26-38)

As Jesus grew, He visited the Temple often to learn and teach, but He never entered the Holy of Holies where the Spirit of God dwelt. He was not allowed. Instead, we are told He met the Father alone on mountains, under olive groves, in a home in Bethany, among the least of them, even with the demon-possessed and prostitutes!

And as He took His final breath, the effect of His death ripped the dense fabric that secluded the Holy of Holies. Never again would God be exclusive to one place . . . to one people. God is with US.

Where is God in your difficult relationships?

in your testing circumstances?

in the dark reality of our sin-filled world playing it’s drumbeat over news and social media?

Dear friend, He is here. I can’t prove it to you, but He can. I can’t take away your pain and confusion, but He will. He is as close as your whispered prayer, as urgent as your aching heart, as present as your deepest regret. There is one thing you must do: BELIEVE.

Don’t’ just believe that Jesus can be with you, but that He already IS.

Pause to reflect:

Psalm 31. This Psalm seems more dreary than cheery, unless you look through the lens of belief. David wrote this with anticipation, but we already live in the reality of the closing line: “Expect God to get here soon” (Message paraphrase). How might you place your life in God’s hands hour by hour this Advent season?

O Come, O Come Immanuel by Selah:

A Savior is Born

Nativity_tree2011A cross forms the backdrop for my nativity scene downstairs. There’s a reason for that. I don’t know about you, but I need a visual reminder—not just once, but many times during the holiday season—for the real reason we celebrate.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas. I love how the season starts with “thanks giving” on Thanksgiving. I love the opportunity to get together with family members who live too far away. I love the familiar Christmas songs . . . the lights . . . the baking . . . the fact that everyone seems just a little kinder, a little more giving at this particular time of the year. I love the excitement on the faces of children anticipating Christmas day. I love all the warm fuzzies this holiday brings.

But I also know how easily I can get caught up in the stress of the season and start to panic over a to-do list the length of the Mississippi. I think we women especially can get entangled in our desire to create a Pinterest-perfect Christmas and, in the process, forget all about celebrating. When was the last time you stopped to truly CELEBRATE Christmas? Because as wonderful as all the trappings of Christmas can be—the decorations, the food, the moments with family— they are not the reason we celebrate.

We celebrate for the same reason the angels and the shepherds celebrated that first Christmas night. We celebrate with the same sense of awe Mary and Joseph must have felt when they held their baby for the first time and pronounced his name—Jesus. We celebrate with the same joyful expectation that Simeon and Anna expressed when they gazed into the face of their long-awaited Messiah.

“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a SAVIOR . . .”  Luke 2:11

A Savior.

Our Savior was born.

Two thousand years into this age of grace, the significance of that simple statement often escapes us. But travel with me for a second back to the garden, back to that moment when Adam and Eve first began to realize the full consequences of what they have done. They made a decision to listen to the Tempter. They chose to be their own gods, and in that moment EVERYTHING changed. There was no do-over, no going back. They had lost Paradise. Their perfect world lay in ruins around them and there was NOTHING they could do about it.

The ugliness of death suddenly became very real when God sacrificed an animal to cover their nakedness. But in that moment . . . in the midst of the chaos of their own making . . . God made them a promise:  The seed of the woman would bruise the serpent’s head.

Did Eve look to her son Cain to be her Savior? Maybe. We all know how that dream ended . . . how far and how quickly mankind can fall when he chooses to forsake God.

But whispers of that promise continued down through the centuries.

To Abraham: “In your seed all the nations of the earth shall be blessed . . .” Genesis 22:18

To David: “I will raise up your descendant after you, who will come forth from you, and I will establish his kingdom.  . . . Your house and your kingdom shall endure before Me forever; your throne shall be established forever.”  2 Samuel  7: 12&16

To the Israelite nation:  “For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

Then finally, an angel repeated it to a young virgin and the promise was fulfilled.

Are you stressed out today in your efforts to create a perfect Christmas? Newsflash: There is no perfect Christmas. Pies will burn, siblings will squabble, whole families will come down with the flu.

But there is perfect love, joy and peace in the gift of God’s salvation.

Our Savior has come! Take time to CELEBRATE that this Christmas season.

As a bonus this week, I’ve included a link to a favorite new Christmas song of mine. For those of you who like to worship through song . . . enjoy!

Jesus, Light of the World

falling starIf I really need some uninterrupted time in the morning, I bundle up and head outside to my porch. When the sky is deep and dark I might happen to glimpse a falling star. It’s never much more than a glimpse out of the corner of my eye at a flash of light.  In the short time it takes to look toward the falling star, it’s gone . . . burned out and fallen.  But even that passing glimpse of light against the dark sky is a wonderful gift.

When time permits, I linger on the porch until the sun comes up. From the moment the sky begins lighten until the sun tops the horizon, time passes slowly.

The sky takes on colors . . . clouds streak and change in the light . . . objects form on the horizon . . . a drift of cool air hugs the ground.

Just when I think it’s way overdue, the sun appears, flooding the landscape with light.

With the light of a new sun, tears well up in my eyes, and I remember the words to a song:

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning, new every morning … great is Thy faithfulness, O God.” 

That chorus comes from the book of Lamentations.

Have you read this lately? It does NOT paint a pretty picture.  It’s the sad song of Israel’s ruin.  But more than that, it’s full of graphic language about cannibalism, sacrilege, famine, drought, murder, rape.  It’s the darkest place of humanity–body and spirit–listed out in 5 agonizing chapters.

The story of lament takes us here:

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all – oh, how well I remember – the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope. Lam. 3:19-21, MSG

In this utter darkness, there’s a flash of hope. If you blink you might miss it.  But it’s a glimpse of Light that’s so desperately needed in the inky darkness.

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great your faithfulness! I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). He’s all I’ve got left. Lam 3: 22-24, MSG

Truly, a story of lament (mourning) birthed a song about how the mercies of God are new every morning.

We’re entering the time of year called Advent, which simply means we’re choosing to focus on the arrival of Jesus.  The first week of Advent looks at how Jesus is the Light.

When I think of all that goes on around the holidays – humanly speaking it’s pretty dark, isn’t it? (Is that why they call it Black Friday?)

There are little flashes of wonderfully bright moments, but many of them are just falling stars of hope.  God longs for us to experience WONDER as we honestly focus on Jesus this season.

God invites us to experience a sunrise of hope as we wait, really wait for Jesus to come.

God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, to the woman who diligently seeks. It’s a good thing to quietly hope, quietly hope for help from God. It’s a good thing when you’re young to stick it out through the hard times. When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst. Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. Lam. 3:25 – 31 MSG

What would it mean for you to passionately wait for Jesus this Advent season?

Would it mean giving up something you’re already passionate about?

Would it mean taking on something new to honor him?

Would it mean spending some time each day differently?

When I sense that I’m having a hard time focusing on Jesus, I choose to offer something I’m especially fond of to Him. It’s been different things at different times.  And when I’m compelled or craving that “thing,” I pray . . . I wait . . . I offer such a small thing to Jesus.

The Advent of Christmas seems a lot like sitting on the porch waiting for the sun to rise.  I know the sun will rise and I want to be there when it does.  I want to see it pop up again. I want tears to well up in my eyes when I remember: the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning, new every morning . . . great is Thy faithfulness, O God.

Grateful Now

We began our time together on Tuesday with a look at this video clip:

Are you thankful for the gift of NOW?

Are you counting down the days, crossing out the ones you’ve survived, in hopes that you’ll get to ______________? (fill in the blank with your heart’s longing).

Jesus learned firsthand about this waiting room addiction, didn’t He? I’m pretty sure, He never experienced waiting until He put on human flesh. People are all about waiting but not God. The Great I AM is all about the gift of NOW.

Jesus came into a world that had been waiting for a promised Messiah; a promise that God would dwell with people again. The cry of baby Jesus broke the silence of God to His people. Apart from Mary and Joseph, very few understood that the waiting was over–a few shepherds, some eastern mystics, an old rabbi & his wife, Simeon & Anna.

Then the whole earth waited for the baby Messiah to grow into the One who could redeem a broken people and restore a sinful earth. They waited for the kind of Messiah who would crush the head of the serpent and usher in a kingdom of peace.

John the Baptist was first to realize the waiting was over, then some fishermen, a tax man, a doctor. As the good news travelled across Galilee, Jesus gained followers and His influence spread. The waiting rooms of suffering cleared out as He healed the blind and lame, cast out demons, even raised the dead!

No one would ever need to wait again, right?

On the last night of waiting, Jesus gathered with His closest friends for their annual remembrance of Passover. Passover, you recall, was the celebration of how God delivered His chosen people from slavery in Egypt – they had waited so long to be free, and God made a way for them. On the night they were to leave Egypt, an angel of death passed through the country in a final plague of rebellion. God’s people were instructed to sacrifice a lamb and cover their doorposts with blood so the death would “pass over” their homes.

Traditionally, Passover supper included many detailed traditions, specific rituals that stirred their hearts and led them to be grateful. We don’t learn about each dish in detail or the prayers of remembrance in the gospel account, however. Instead, rather than keeping ancient traditions, Jesus started some new ones.

As I read about this last Passover supper last week (in all the gospels), it was as if Jesus cleared the table and got down to the basics of grateful living.

Let me read what Matthew said…

“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to His disciples saying, ‘Take and eat; this is my body.’ (Matt 26:26)

Passover bread was a reminder that when the Jews left Egypt they did not have time to let the bread rise, so it was flat bread. Bread was such a basic part of their lives that it meant sustenance itself. When they were in the wilderness, God provided manna – bread from heaven.

So, Jesus clears the Passover table of all but the basics of life – bread – and He tells them that His body was life itself. He gave thanks and broke it.

Are we thankful for what is broken in our lives?

Then He took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to thCommunionem, and they all drank from it.

 

‘Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins’ (Matt 26:27-28).

Passover wine is served 4 times throughout the meal. This is a staple of the meal and it ties everything together.

Jesus attaches new meaning to the wine. He makes the wine represent His own covenant of blood. Now it’s not just about the lamb’s blood on the doorposts in ancient Egypt, it’s about the blood of their dearest friend, their Messiah … poured out for many.

Are we thankful when we live a poured out life?

At that final Passover meal, Jesus shows us we’re not bound to give thanks for God’s deliverance merely once a year. We’re to remember His broken body and shed blood in the basic, daily parts of life when we eat, drink and share life with one another.

We can be grateful even in our most broken and poured out moments because of Jesus and because of His covenant promise to us in John 14:25-28:

The Friend, the Holy Spirit whom the father will send at my request, will make everything plain to you. He will remind you of all the things I have told you. I’m leaving you well and whole. That’s my parting gift to you. Peace. I don’t leave you the way you’re used to being left – feeling abandoned, bereft. So don’t be upset. Don’t be distraught.

You’ve heard me tell you, ‘I’m going away, and I’m coming back.’ If you loved me, you would be glad that I’m on my way to the Father because the Father is the goal and purpose of my life.

I wonder if we can agree with Jesus that the Father is the goal and purpose of our lives. Living grateful in the moment shows that He is.

Winter Preview

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Doesn’t take much to get us thinking about winter these days. Simply step outside and you’re there. But before we get distracted by the millions of things that will occupy our time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, let’s take a moment and look at what’s ahead for us on Tuesday Mornings next January.

Unless you are already enrolled in the year-long class, Children of the Day, you may choose from any of the following three options for our winter session:

Moms Uplifting Moms (MUMs) // Facilitator: Laurie Harms

Just for moms! We offer a place to gather with other mothers of young children to learn how to seek God’s best for yourself and your family. Our study this session focuses on what it means to live a holy & healthy life – spirit, body, mind, and emotions.

  • Homework: weekly reflection
  • Cost: $10 (notebook included)
  • Like us on Facebook for activity updates: facebook.com/lincolnbereanmums

Like a Rock: 1&2 Peter//Teacher: Kathy Anderson

He was the disciple whose early walk with Christ was characterized by impulsive highs and dismal lows, yet Jesus named him the Rock. Come delve into Peter’s final message to the saints and uncover the truth that turned this volatile fisherman into a rock-solid leader. We’ll learn together what it takes to stand firm in a world of suffering, persecution and persuasive lies.

  • Homework: weekly + group study in class
  • Cost: $10 (notebook included)

Kingdom People: Sermon on the Mount // Teacher: Renee Meyer

Jesus is the Messiah, the long awaited King of the Hebrew people. Much like His first followers, we still wonder today what it means to be part of that Kingdom. The Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7) is Jesus’ explanation. Join us as we discover how to live out those values as Kingdom people here on earth.

  • Homework: weekly + group study in class
  • Cost: $10 (notebook included)

The winter session runs from January 13–April 14 on Tuesday mornings from 9-11:30.  As always, we will begin our time together in Worship in D-203 (use North Entry). Childcare is available. Online registration opens December 3. Contact Shereen at lbctuesmorning@gmail.com if you have any questions.

 

 

Oh For Grace to Trust Him More

fear-441402_1280By Carey Helmink

I am a fairly transparent person. I’m not very good at pretending that I’m okay when I’m not. I typically call a spade a spade. I think my poor pastor husband lives with a certain amount of fear that I’m going to say something at some point that might get him fired. Anyway, all I can really offer you on any given Tuesday is a glimpse into what I’m learning and/or struggling with in my life and hope that it has some relevance for you.

I have been thinking a lot lately about what it means to trust Jesus. I know that seems like an incredibly basic concept, but I have to admit I don’t have it mastered. The dictionary defines trust as “the firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability or strength of someone or something.” Judging from that definition, I think it’s safe to say the object of my trust is of critical importance.

Some of you have had the joy of teaching one (or many) of your children to drive. Think back to that time you sat on the passenger side of the car while your child took the wheel – for the first time. I’m guessing you may not have felt a firm belief in their ability to do this thing. On the other hand I, for one, can sleep all the way to Texas if my husband is driving because I have full confidence that he can handle the task. It is much easier to trust my husband with his years of driving experience than it is to trust someone who is driving for the first time.

My trust in Jesus will only be as strong as my understanding of who He is and of what He is capable.  I know this sounds terribly elementary, but I am realizing again and again that the more time I spend in the scriptures–the more I trust the author of those words. The more I am reminded of his faithfulness in the past – the more able I am to trust him. And I trust not only his faithfulness in MY past but his faithfulness through the ages as he has been there for his people time and time again.

FYI – The antithesis of trust is fear. If my stomach is in knots and my mind is swirling with anxiety, I’m probably not trusting that God has things under control.

Isaiah 12:2 says: “See, God has come to save me. I will trust in him and not be afraid. The Lord God is my strength and my song; he has given me victory.”

And Psalm 56:4:  “I praise God for what he has promised. I trust in God, so why should I be afraid? What can mere mortals do to me?”

Think for a minute about the many influences in your life – news, magazine articles, social media, conversations with friends or family. How many of those things (or people) encourage you to trust Jesus with your fears and worries? Personally, I have to discipline my mind to dwell on those things that encourage me to trust in the Lord with all of my heart.

When my eyes are on my circumstances instead of on Jesus, I can so easily stop trusting him. Years ago when we lived in Colorado, Kyle was a counseling intern at a church. As we got to know the people, we came to find out there was a couple who had recently lost a daughter to cancer, the pastor’s wife had miscarried twins, another couple lost a baby at 39 weeks and friends of that same couple lost a baby to SIDS. . . . I have to say, I was ready to pack up my children and run for my life. If I focused only on the circumstances in that church, my conclusion would be that if I stayed there, I might lose a child. This is simply one of many examples in my life where I have had to remind myself that Christ can be trusted, not only with my life, but with the lives of my children.

“Those who know your name trust in you, for you, O Lord, do not abandon those who search for you.” Psalms 9:10

Be reminded today, girlfriends, that God is trustworthy. What he says is true – always. He has been faithful in the past and will continue to be faithful until he completes a good work in each one of us.  And, in the end, He wins – which means we win as well.

Jesus, Jesus how I trust him;

How I’ve proved Him o’er and o’er.

Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus,

Oh for grace to trust him more.

 

Our Great God

ocean sprayThis week one of our teachers, Sara Eyster, shared her thoughts on the topic What Worship Means to Me. I know you will be blessed by what she had to say.

What a good exercise for each of us to pursue. What does worship mean to you? It’s a personal exercise and a revealing one–even a defining one. Maybe some of my story will encourage you to explore your own thoughts about worship.

I am going to paraphrase Malcolm Smith’s book, The Power of the Blood Covenant, as if it were written about me.

For the first 51 years of my life I lived on the edge of awareness of God.  I enjoyed His providential care, but was hardly aware that it was He who cared for me.  I was oblivious to the love of God and was unresponsive to His approach.

I was lost but not so lost as to not know that there was something missing.  I was existing out on that edge of an awareness of God and I was haunted by the uneasy feeling that He was there and some moral responsibility to Him was demanded.  Our race has a memory that cannot be recalled. We have a dream that cannot be remembered of the glory we were created to enjoy and we once had.

There is a longing to be loved unconditionally that cannot be satisfied by another human.  We are surprised by unexpected surges of longing within for something above and beyond.  It’s a cliché, but there is a hole inside each one of us that is bigger than the universe, and left to ourselves we have no tools for discovering who can fill the hole.

Men and women spend their lives searching for meaning within their magnificent brains, with their intellects and emotions, with their feelings and passions that all exist in the organs of their bodies.

For everyone, the questions regarding the meaning of existence will not go away.  Men and women cannot forget the dream [Eden] which they cannot remember.”

What I’ve just read to you was the silent wrestling match I engaged in, off and on, for those first 50 years of my life, even as I grew to womanhood and lived the American dream of life in suburbia, a husband, two kids, nice house, plenty of friends, lots and lots of church work, and what passed for what I considered weekly worship. That is not to brag but just to remind us of the desperate situation I was really in–the unredeemed life.

Thankfully, God was patient and persistent, continuing to reveal Himself to me, and when I finally accepted a little of the light He showed me, He responded by immediately revealing even more light again and again and again – to this day.  That in a nutshell is what brings me here 21 years later.  (And now I’ve almost told you how old I am.)

Webster’s defines worship as respect, honor, worthiness, reverence paid to a divine being– even describing that respect, honor, worthiness and reverence as extravagant! For 50 years, I  enjoyed the thrill of soaring music, singing songs that even gave me goose-bumps, reading words of a liturgy, admiring sunsets and the wonder of fall colors and the soft skin of my babies’ sweet cheeks–but it wasn’t worship.  Somehow I believed that these circumstances were due to mother nature, hard work, luck and good genes.

Do you realize that all created things automatically worship God – all created things except humans that is?  The roaring sea worships God.  The bird calling, the dog barking, the sun shining–all give God glory.  Even the rocks glorify God and give Him worship.  All these created things automatically behave just as God intended.  We are the only ones with a choice.

When I finally made that choice in 1993, worship has not been the same since.  I was just 3 years into my marriage to Bill with the memory of our courtship still fresh in my mind.  Some of you have heard this before. While we were dating, we listened to lots of music– the old romantic stuff–and it seemed to me I understood the words in a fuller way.  It seemed to me that each love song was written just for me–for me and Bill.  It was a thrill to hear those familiar melodies and words and seem to understand them more personally and deeply.

And when I entered into my love affair with Jesus, I was amazed at my reaction to singing the hymns and songs that I had loved for more than 43 years. It seemed that each hymn and song was newly written just for me–for me and Jesus. The words leaped off the page and out of my mouth and they touched my heart with new understanding and filled my eyes with glad tears.

It was the work of the Holy Spirit in me. Because of my decision to give my life to God, He gave me spiritual understanding of that spiritual God and of the book He wrote and many of the principles in the songs and hymns we sing. Finally understanding with my mind gave the emotion of worship greater foundation and meaning. There has been no substitute for understanding who God is, what Jesus has done and what it means for my life as I have pursued true worship.

And as if this were not enough, God wanted to show me more. It was life-changing when I looked at my life story in depth a couple of years ago in the class Renee’ and I taught on Ruth. It was hard work. It was a little unsettling but you know what I found? I found God.  He was there all the time and I didn’t know it –in suburbia with the station wagon and two kids and the unredeemed life.

I worshiped.

The flip side of this is I have realized, still almost daily, who I am. I am not God. I am not in control. I am afraid. I am needy. I am sinful. I am helpless. BUT I am redeemed. I am grateful. I am thankful. I am satisfied. I am blessed beyond all measure.  All of this turns me to worship the One who pursued me, who never gave up on me, who longs to reveal Himself to me daily and protects and provides for me.

The more I get to know God, the more I worship. This worship is not only a church thing, although I can worship in church.  It is not simply the emotion I feel when seeing a spectacular sunset or a shooting star.  It is not even the realization of how blessed I am.

Worship is a relationship.

I know you have all heard that phrase, but let me give that phrase some legs. God is my Friend. That word Friend is a covenant word. You will remember that Abraham was called a Friend of God. A friend is an ally, a person on the same side of the struggle, a reliable supporter and a lover. What a friend we have in Jesus!  And He is powerful to save and work in our lives in ways we never thought possible.

A.W. Tozer in his Knowledge of the Holy describes God’s  power and presence with these words: .

 “He knows all minds and every mind, every spirit and all spirits, all being and every being, all law and every law, all relations, all causes, all thoughts, all mysteries, all enigmas, all feeling, all desire, every unuttered secret, all thrones and dominions, all personalities, all things visible and invisible in heaven and in earth, motion, space, time, life, death, good, evil, heaven and hell.   He knows everything about our lives before we are born.  Because of this, nothing can ever come to light in the believer’s life that would surprise God or cause Him to cast her out.  No talebearer can inform on us, no enemy can make an accusation stick; no forgotten skeleton can come tumbling out of some hidden closet to expose our past; no unexpected weakness in our character can come to light to turn God away from us since He knew us utterly before we knew Him and called us to Himself in the full knowledge of everything that was against us.  Because God is omniscient, every warning He gives needs to heeded because He isn’t guessing what might happen.  He knows.  When faced with those inexplicable circumstances, we can take refuge and solace in the omniscience of God.  Not only does He know what actually happened, He knows what might have happened.  He always knows what ultimate good and glory will come from events which we cannot understand.”

Ladies, the more I know about the One I worship, the more there is to worship.

Holy, holy, holy, LORD GOD Almighty . . .

He is not like me. He has always been and forever will be, and I will worship a God like that.

He loved me before I loved Him. He is the only One who is able to forgive my sin and restore me. He is dependable. He is worthy of worship.

He will never change His mind about me. He knows everything about me and He still wants me to know Him. He is worthy of worship.

I can experience His presence in every circumstance of my life. He has all power and ability and He is in control of everything. He is worthy of worship.

This is the God who has revealed Himself to me and made me alive by the power of His Spirit. The more I know about Him, the greater my worship. I have come a long way from just enjoying the melody of a song or admiring a beautiful sunset.  I can admire the very One who makes all of it possible and, wonder of wonders, He is making me more like Jesus.

He is worthy of extravagant worship!

Pray with me:

Caring Love

All-Sufficient King!

When I come into Thy presence I see the glory of Thy perfections, the throne of eternal and universal empire, the ten thousand times ten thousand who minister to Thee.

Impress my mind with the consciousness of Thy greatness, not to drive me from Thee but to inspire me to approach Thee; not to diminish my confidence in Thee, but to lead me to admire Thy great condescension. Thou hast been mindful of me and visited me, taken charge of me from birth, cared in all conditions for me, fed me at Thy table, drawn the curtains of love around me, given me new mercies every morning.

Suffer me not to forget that I look for yet greater blessings – a hope beyond the grave, the earnest and foretastes of immortality, holiness, wisdom, strength, peace, joy; All These Thou hast provided for me in Christ.

I grieve to think how insensible I have been of the claims of Thy authority, and the endearments of Thy love; how little I have credited Thy Truth, trusted Thy promises, feared Thy threats, obeyed Thy commands, improved my advantages, welcomed Thy warnings, responded to Thy grace; but notwithstanding my desert I yet live.

May Thy goodness always lead me to repentance, and Thy long-suffering prove my salvation.

By: Puritan Prayers & Devotions