The 8:30am service at my church is the one Amy and I go to. It’s the one that uses hymns in worship, which, as a matter of personal preference, is what we both enjoy. (No, this is not going to be post on so-called ‘worship wars’.)
Our songs today were centered around the Cross. We sang The Old Rugged Cross and When I Survey the Wondrous Cross among others. When we sang When I Survey the Wondrous Cross I stopped singing to ponder two lines in particular.
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
How absolutely beautiful those words are! So eloquent. So grand. So true.
At home this morning before church Jesus did not have “my life, my all”. I chose trifling busynesses over my Lord. These words helped me more fully contemplate what I had already known I’d done. And they brought me to quietly ask forgiveness of that “Love so amazing, so divine” so that I could, once forgiven, return to worship Him rightly.
Praise the Lord for giving us music to worship Him by. And praise the Lord for everything He lets you do for Him. Doubtless Isaac Watts would’ve never dreamed that his songs would still be used by his Lord 300 years later. But above all, praise the Lord for granting us repentance to seek His grace and mercy.
