Still alive

Jul 17, 2007 17:02

Lately I've been in this uncomfortable time of conviction and introspection...The vileness of me compared to the holiness of God is generally very disconcerting. I'm proud. I'm arrogant. I almost always have to have the last word. I speak before I listen. I isolate myself from people most all the time. I talk about people far more than I like to think I do. I complain. I don't give God the time or the place that He deserves in my life. And I've trampled on Christ's blood more times than I care to share.

But I think this is a healthy place to be. It's not about me being too hard on myself. Everyone needs to see themselves through God's mirror every once in a while, I think. Without the grace and the mercy of God, I'd probably be dead and in hell right now. Only by His grace do I even have a chance of taking my next breath.

This is the fact that overtook me on Sunday as I watched others praise...I praise God because He is good and does good, but sometimes I have a hard time finding specific things to praise about (which is another thing I have to deal with). I haven't been healed from cancer and I haven't nearly lost a brother in the war. But He keeps me alive. He sees my selfishness and still, in His love for me, allows me to continue living because He knows there is a purpose for me. He knows that I have made a covenant with Him based on the sacrifice Jesus made for me. For that reason, I am compelled to breathe in His grace for me and exhale mercy towards others.

I have to love a God like that.

"Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart. and the boast of my tongue;
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affections, and bound my soul fast.
Without Thy sweet mercy I could not live here;
Sin would reduce me to utter despair;
But, through Thy free goodness, my spirits revive,
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart;
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I’ve found.

Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own,
And the covenant love of Thy crucified Son;
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness mine."
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