I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing, holding on to what I'm feeling, savoring this heart that's healing...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

sacrificial love (an excerpt from beth moore's breaking free)

Psalm 127:3-5 says: “Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.”


John 3:17 tells us God gave His Son for the salvation of people by sending Him into the world: God only had one arrow in His quiver. The most perfect arrow ever to exist. This arrow was a masterpiece, priceless to Him. Cherished far above all the hosts of heaven. Nothing could compare. His only heritage. His only Son. But as God looked on a lost world—desperate and needy and in the clutches of the enemy—His heart was overwhelmed. Though they had sinned miserably against Him and few sought Him, God had created them in love and could not love them less.


Love reached sacrificially into the quiver and pulled forth the solitary arrow. The quiver would now be empty, His cherished arrow in the hands of hateful men. Yes, God so loved the world; but God also loved His only begotten Son with inexpressible, divine affection. The divine dilemma: two loves. And one would demand the sacrifice of the other. Only one weapon could defeat the enemy of the soul—God’s arrow. He positioned the weapon, pulled back the bow, steadied His grip, and aimed straight for the heart.


“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger…” (Luke 2:7)


Oh, how He loves us!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

binder of the broken

This is a song by Clarence Church, a worship leader at my church here in Columbus. It's pretty much amazing; gives me shivers everytime I hear it.