So I had a whole other blog post written for today. Or almost written. And I will post it later, probably tomorrow. Because I had some things to say--some important and some just for fun. But I am throwing a big old halt on that for right now.
Our worship service tonight was about just that--worship. About what it is supposed to be and not be. About how it is an expression overflowing from the knowledge of what the Lord has done for us. About the fact that worship is a concentrated effort that involves a cognitive aspect that then naturally evokes genuine emotion or feeling.
And we sang this song. I have heard it a million times. Sung it in church more than once. But good grief. The lyrics are so piercing. They certainly pierced my heart tonight with a razor sharpness. Please read them. Roll them around on your tongue. Think about the meaning and implications of each phrase. Sing it softly if you know the tune.
How Deep the Father's Love for Us
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 held 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