Great Is Thy Faithfulness

How often, when you’re singing a hymn, does the weight and beauty of a song land on you? How often do you realize what you’re singing is a testimony of the Lord’s work in your life and in the lives of those around you? I remember one Sunday when we sang this line at church: “Morning by morning new mercies I see.” How often do we notice God’s mercy in our lives? When we sing, “All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,” do we acknowledge and thank God for that truth? Thanksgiving is a day set aside for us …

We’re citizens of a better country

Political unrest somehow fuels a kind of fear unlike any other. Every four years (sometimes more or less), our country faces a struggle within itself as different political factions vie for the privilege of serving as president of the United States. Our collective unrest is growing toward a crescendo on November 8, when we will learn who will lead our country for the next four years. Everyone has an opinion on what’s going to happen, and whether our lives will be better or worse because of it. Depending on who you talk to, the end is nigh—stock up on bottled …

The best way out is always through

Robert Frost wrote in his poem “A Servant to Servants” in 1915: He says the best way out is always through. And I agree to that, or in so far As that I can see no way out but through… The life of faith is one plodding footstep after another. John Piper writes often of the winding road of faith in Christ, plodding along. “Plodding” is a good word for it — the mundane one step after another, the frustrating feeling of another winding curve, the marathon rather than the sprint. However, we often pray as if we’re asking God to …

The only thing that won’t wear out

The beauty of God’s love is inexhaustible. On our best days, we seek him and find rest in him because we are so sure of his love for us. On our worst days, we need to know that the beauty of God’s love is bigger and brighter than the darkest trouble we face. His love ought to surprise us. When I’m most aware of who I really am, I’m shocked and grieved to see how unlovable I am. I can’t think of a single reason that God should love me.  Yet still he loves me.  I am the epitome of …