“Man of sorrows,” what a name

For the Son of God who came

Ruined sinners 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 heaven 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!


by Philip P. Bliss 1838-1876


“He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows” — Isaiah 53:3

Love that Lasts

May 16, 2008

From the book, Love that Lasts, Ricucci quotes Piper’s definition of masculinity this way:

“At the heart of mature masculinity is a sense of benevolent responsibility to lead, provide for, and protect women in ways appropriate to a man’s differing relationships.”  

May that sink into your guy, along with this verse from Ephesians, “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her by the washing of water with the word,”

Prayer in Suffering

May 13, 2008

The world has been turned upside-down this week, in a sense, with the massive cyclone in Myanmar and the devastating earthquake in China, killing over 50,000 people in both natural disasters.  We all have been informed about these events, yet other less known things are going on as I type and as you read this, and so we, as believers, should be doing our duty, our duty of praying and asking the Lord to comfort the lives of the survivors and the victims of these most heinous of circumstances.  

Hans von Staden, the man of God used to instigate and name Operation World, often quoted these words:

When man works, man works; 

when man prays, God works.

“Remember prayer not only changes people, situations and even the course of history, but also those who pray!”  So, please pray and if you feel led to write your prayer down, please type it in the comments box so that all can be encouraged in this time.  

Mum’s Day

May 11, 2008

Happy Mother’s Day, to my mum especially, but to all of them.  May the Lord be blessed by your unswerving and most gentle way of supporting your husband and raising your children.  

“…forsake not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.”  Proverbs 1:8

Sermon on the Plough

May 8, 2008

  This quote is a chilling reminder for us, from Hugh Latimer’s 1548 “Sermon on the Plough”. It is a sobering reminder especially for pastors:

“And now I would ask a strange question: who is the most diligentest bishop and prelate in all England that passeth all the rest in doing his office? I can tell for I know him who it is; I know him well. But now I think I see you listening and hearkening that I should name him. There is one that passeth all the other, and is the most diligent prelate and preacher in all England. And will ye know who it is? I will tell you: it is the devil. He is the most diligent preacher of all other; he is never out of his diocese; he is never from his cure; ye shall never find him unoccupied; he is ever in his parish; he keepeth residence at all times; ye shall never find him out of the way, call for him when you will he is ever at home; the diligentest preacher in all the realm; he is ever at his plough; no lording nor loitering can hinder him; he is ever applying his business, ye shall never find him idle, I warrant you. And his office is to hinder religion, to maintain superstition, to set up idolatry, to teach all kind of popery. He is ready as he can be wished for to set forth his plough; to devise as many ways as can be to deface and obscure God’s glory…O that our prelates would be as diligent to sow the corn of good doctrine as Satan is to sow cockle and darnel.”

Hark, I hear the harps eternal

Ringing on the farther shore,

As I near those swollen waters,

With their deep and solemn roar.


Hallelujah, hallelujah,

Hallelujah, praise the Lamb.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,

Glory to the Great I Am!


And my soul tho’ stained with sorrow,

Fading as the light of day,

Passes swiftly o’er those waters

To that city far away.


Some have cross’d before us safely

To that land of perfect rest.

Can you hear them singing faintly

In the mansion of the blest?


Mighty Jesus, bear us over,

There to kneel before Thy throne.

May we join the saints forever

Praising Thee, and Thee alone.

by Gilbert M. Martin