I’ve done a lot of thinking this week. I’ve looked at my life and and I’m not happy with what I see.
I’ve lusted for glory and power; I’ve blasphemed, lied and betrayed my most sacred convictions. I’ve let down those closest to me and worse, I’ve sinned against God.
I think about the phrase “brow-beaten” from time to time. So few victories, so many losses. Our enemy is so big, so well-entrenched, so powerful.
I feel alone in my struggles. Those around me have their minds trapped by the Devil and I’m powerless to save them.
But there is one who isn’t powerless. There is one who, covered in blood sweat and filth, stumbled toward His goal and overcame all evil.
How exhausted He must have been — our staggering and bloodied Father– as He faltered on His way to the cross?
Mired in the world of the enemy, I can look up and see a light, breaking through a small hole in the clouds and when it surrounds me I’m able to cry out to Him:
Jesus keep me near the cross…
There’s a precious fountain…
Free to all, the healing stream
that flows from Calvary’s mountain.
In the Cross, in the Cross,
Be my glory ever…
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river…
There is no glory for me, I want none of it. In the Cross will be my glory ever! My life for Him and the love that touched this tortured Earth. Charity that transcends space, time and eternity, cuts through the dark-clouds of modernity and strikes at the very heart of me.
There is no heart without Him. There is no love, there is no race, there is no honor.
In Him my raptured soul will find peace…
…only then can I withstand 100 demons from Hell.
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