Sunday's Hymn: The Work of Christ

This week’s hymn is another of Keith and Kristyn Getty’s hymns. This one emphasises both kinds of  reconcilation that comes from the cross. On the cross, Christ reconciled God and the sinner, but he also the reconciled forgiven sinners with each other.

Beneath the Cross of Jesus 

Beneath the cross of Jesus
I find a place to stand,
And wonder at such mercy
That calls me as I am;
For hands that should discard me
Hold wounds which tell me, “Come.”
Beneath the cross of Jesus
My unworthy soul is won.

Beneath the cross of Jesus
His family is my own—
Once strangers chasing selfish dreams,
Now one through grace alone.
How could I now dishonor
The ones that You have loved?
Beneath the cross of Jesus
See the children called by God.

Beneath the cross of Jesus—
The path before the crown—
We follow in His footsteps
Where promised hope is found.
How great the joy before us
To be His perfect bride;
Beneath the cross of Jesus
We will gladly live our lives.

More on the reconciliation of forgiven children with each other:

• Purposes of Christ’s Death, No. 6
  

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

• Jesus Christ My Sure Defense at joythruChrist
  
• The Fifth Sunday in Lent at Magic Statistics
• Advent Tells Us Christ Is Near at The Happy Wonderer
• How Sweet and Awful Is the Place at Hiraeth
  
• When I Survery the Wondrous Cross at Seasoning of the Heart
• Poor, Weak and Worthless Though I Am at Whatever Things…
• Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace at Field Stone Cottage
• If Thou But Suffer God to Guide Thee at Fish and Cans
• Lord’s Day 10, 2008 at The Thirsty Theologian
  

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.

Saturday's Old Photo

Well, three photos, actually.

Having oldest daughter back with us has reminded me once again that while the rest of us are gentle summer breezes, she is a whirlwind. From the day she was born, she has never stopped moving—unless she was sleeping or reading a book—often leaving chaos behind her. When she’s not here, we settle into a calm routine that suits the rest of us just fine, and when she comes back, we all have to readjust.

When she was a child, as long as she was awake, I couldn’t relax, because, for one thing, at any moment I might need to make a trip to the emergency room. At two, while I showered at my parent’s home, she went out the unlocked screen door and ended up standing in the roadway with a steam roller bearing down on her. That summer, she also rode her tricycle over a two and a half foot rock wall. Somewhere, there is video of her at fifteen, standing on the seat of her bike as it travels across the lawn, then flying headfirst over the handlebars as the bike tire hits a tree root.

There’ve been finger stitches (uneven parallel bars), toe stitches (mini-trampoline and balance beam), several dislocated knee caps and a few pieces of furniture destroyed, but no broken bones until she broke her toe performing that same aerial cartwheel shown above for the wee ones at the children’s home in South Africa.

While in South Africa, by the way, she did the world’s highest commercial bungee jump, amazingly, without incident.

In this photo she’s jumping rope while jumping on the pogo stick. If you could hear her, she might be counting “257, 258, 259…” or something like that as she jumped. Yep, she was always driven to do more and better.

When she was four or five, she and her younger brother rode in the car somewhere with my husband. He told me later that in the course of his conversation with them, he’d said, “If I hadn’t married your mother, she’d be a librarian somewhere.” Without skipping a beat, oldest daughter responded, “Well, if she hadn’t married you, you’d be in jail.”

Which is why I love her even if she sometimes turns my tidy world upside down.

[In one of life’s little ironies, I have recently become the librarian for my church. That explains, in part, why I’ve gone some days with very little or no blogging. I’ve been busy  reorganizing and cataloging.]

Just Sayin'

 

because I needed one this morning:  Never mind planes, someone should invent a shopping cart on skiis.