Saturday, May 26, 2012

Jesus, Friend of Sinners

by: Casting Crowns

Jesus, friend of sinners, we have strayed so far away
We cut down people in your name but the sword was never ours to swing
Jesus, friend of sinners, the truth's become so hard to see
The world is on their way to You but they're tripping over me
Always looking around but never looking up I'm so double minded
A plank eyed saint with dirty hands and a heart divided


Oh Jesus, friend of sinners
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus, friend of sinners, break our hearts for what breaks yours


Jesus, friend of sinners, the one who's writing in the sand
Made the righteous turn away and the stones fall from their hands
Help us to remember we are all the least of these
Let the memory of Your mercy bring Your people to their knees
Nobody knows what we're for only what we're against when we judge the wounded
What if we put down our signs crossed over the lines and loved like You did


Oh Jesus, friend of sinners
Open our eyes to world at the end of our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus, friend of sinners, break our hearts for what breaks yours


You love every lost cause; you reach for the outcast
For the leper and the lame; they're the reason that You came
Lord I was that lost cause and I was the outcast
But you died for sinners just like me, a grateful leper at Your feet

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Freshman year done...

So...my final grades for all my classes are in, and I have passed my Freshman year of college!  I'm officially a Sophomore!  Oh man...it feels good.  I can take no credit for getting to the place where I am right now...it is only by God's grace...

Tonight we have rehearsal for our concert, tomorrow morning is "White Glove", tomorrow evening is the spring concert, and Saturday morning I begin the trek for home!

I'll be home till May 30th and then it's on the road back to Northland for camp.  I'm really looking forward to what God will do in my life this summer.  I say "will" because I know God can teach me a lesson in everything I do, and I want to humbly to submit to whatever He would have for me.

I know one main thing God has been convicting me about lately, is my fear of man.  I'm so afraid of not meeting mans approval, and so afraid of rejection that this cripples me far too often.  This is especially evident in the area of witnessing.  The Great Commission commands us as Christians to go and make disciples.  "Lord, help me to have courage.  Help me to keep my eyes fixed on You.  Help me to put You first, and that I would do your will in my every action."

I trust that everyone else has great things planned for this summer, but most importantly, I hope you are all surrendered to what God would have for you this summer!  Everything we (as Christians) do is an act of worship, and can be done with a humble servant attitude...whether we're working for a garbage company, or pastoring a church.  They can all be "great" things, when they are done with pleasing God as the focus.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Day by Day

by: Karolina Wilhelmina Sandell Berg

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Ev'ry day the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose Name is Counselor and Pow'r;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As your days, your strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then in ev'ry tribulation
So to trust Your promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation
Offered me within Your holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.