I've was thinking of the first post of the new year and somehow I couldn't quite capture what I wanted to blog about. First, I thought of family and friends and how they make every moment in our lives special. Then, I thought about making resolutions and how they always seem to end in the first week of January. Later, I decided that staying focused in the new year was going to be the theme of my next post. But all those proposals never saw the light of day ... when I heard this hymn, I knew that this was it.
This was what I wanted to begin the new year with. I want to be reminded of the 'Father's love' for me. I want to know that no matter what, He'll still love me. I want to know that He saved my soul over two thousand years ago by dying on a cross for me. I want to know that that love will never leave me. I want to be reassured that as I step into the new year, unsure of what it holds, the Father's love is always with me. It doesn't matter what I've done, the mistakes I've made, the choices or wrong decisions... all that matters is that the Father loves me.
Sometimes the truth of the Cross and Christ's resurrection seem so far away in today's world of mysteries and theology. But its the one truth that saves us, and its the one truth that remains eternal. John 3:16 'For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.' What do these words mean to you?
The Igbo's have a saying (one of my favorite), 'when you wake up, that's your morning.' and I took the liberty of remixing it: 'Dawn is when you want it to be.' So this is my happy new year, this is my 2012 beginning on the 4th of February. It might be late for some, but the most important thing is that it's dawn. Its not how fast you begin the race, but how well you run it. Run this year with the assurance of God's love.
Ps. I've included the hymn and a youtube link.
Remain in his love.
How deep the Father's love for us - Stuart Townend
How deep the Father's love for us, How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing loss, The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the chosen One, Bring many sons to glory Behold the Man upon a cross, My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed I hear my mocking voice, Call out among the scoffers It was my sin that left Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death and resurrection Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom |
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