Tuesday, September 18, 2007

The day of His appearing will come at last!

You know what I thought of today?

I thought to myself, "Self, your homework will always be there. You could spend all day on homework, and only be a little bit farther along than when you started. But you do not have everyday this week to spend many hours with the Lord."

And so the finishing of Luke grabs my attention and makes me scramble for my hymnbook and these words:

'"Man of sorrows,' what a name
for the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to to reclaim!
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

"Bearing shame and scoffing rude
In my place condemned He stood
Sealed my pardon with His blood!
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

"Guilty, vile, and helpless we,
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
'Full atonement!' Can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

"Lifted up was He to die
'It is finished' was His cry.
Now in heav'n exalted high!
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

"When He comes our glorious King,
All His ransomed
Home to bring
Then anew this song we'll sing,
Hallelujah! What a Savior!"

Who can believe those things that happened? "The sun's light failed" for three hours. The temple curtain was split. Men beat their breasts in sorrow and remorse at what had happened. "Truly this was an innocent man."

who now lives outside the temple and brings innocence to us whose heart's light failed and joy in hope to us whose lives consisted of sorrow.

"Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has been raised!"

Monday, September 17, 2007


I'm studying fetal development, chapter 7, which happens to be 35 pages long...

It says that the little one doesn't even look like a baby at first, but like a little lizard. Soon, even at 7 weeks, the little guy starts to look like a person and has the very beginning of all the major things that he will have when he's born. I'm not sure by when, but if he's a she, she even has all the eggs of her future babies inside of her before she is born.

and in all this, I find myself wondering how in the world God, who is so big, can have small enough fingers to formulate these things that go on inside the mother of a little baby. I guess I picture an enlarged version of my dad when I personify God. But I know that if God were my dad, he would never be able to manipulate his fingers in those tiny spaces.

Even with all the intricacies that go on in our bodies and make our eventual three and a half pounds of brains functional, we're still limited in our thinking. We think about things we can't see as though we could see them.

But our development goes beyond birth, even beyond death, and in the end, we will know even as we are fully known and see the unseeable person of God.