Ah, Holy Jesus

I love this hymn, but I don’t think I’ve ever sung it in a service. Have you? It’d be especially appropriate during the passion season.

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee.
’Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee!
I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation;
Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,
For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee,
Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving,
Not my deserving.

—Jo­hann Heer­man

Thankful Thursday

I’m thankful ahead of time for the Maundy Thursday service I’ll be attending this evening. It’s one of my favorite services of the whole year because it’s so simple and reverent and meaningful.

Looking forward again—and backward, too—I’m thankful that Jesus rose from the dead.

I’m thankful that my son returns home from his trip to Germany and Poland this evening. He’s had fun, he says, but he misses his dog and his little niece. I’m thankful that he had the opportunity to travel, and I’m thankful that he’s anxious to be home, too.

I’m thankful for many more things, many more ways God has provided during this past month or so, things I’m not going to list in public, but I’m recalling them silently as I write. God is good, and I’m thankful for that.

What about you? What are you thankful for?

Yukon History: The Robinson Roadhouse

Murray Lundberg talks about Gold Rush roadhouses in general, and the Robinson Roadhouse between Carcross and Whitehorse in particular. This spot is about 40k (25 miles) from my house.