Thursday, 29 January 2015
Intimacy
In today’s society, intimacy means practically nothing more than having sex. Couples meet and immediately begin enjoying sexual intercourse, committing either to immoral hedonism or to the idea that sex will serve as the foundation for love. This goes a long way toward explaining why so many marriages, built on no stronger foundation than sexual thrills, end in divorce soon after the flames of passion have died down.
One Request.
“I
have but one request to make, and that is that you will persevere. I
implore you to maintain your zeal and never let it go. I urge you never
to stop doing the things you did at first, never to leave your first
love, never let it be said of you that the things that you did in the
first part of your Christian life were better than the things you did in
your latter years. Beware of cooling down. All you have to do is to be
lazy, and to sit still, and you will soon lose all your zeal. You will
soon become another person from what you are now. Oh, don’t think that
this is a needless exhortation!”
The Cross
When my pain seems unending and my burdens hard to bear,
I hold Your cross before my eyes, remembering why You were there.
Then my pain becomes as nothing, and my burden seems so small,
It’s then Your grace flows through me, and helps me give my all.
My anger turns to shame, my longings turn to vanity,
And, kneeling before Your cross, my pride becomes humility.
My sadness disappears beneath the sorrows of the cross,
And all of my complaints before Your Crown Of Thorns are lost.
My weakness becomes a power in the pattern of Your plans,
And I wonder at this mystery as I view Your wounded hands.
The nails within Your feet make my path seem very clear,
Whilst the vision of such perfect love, takes from me every fear.
So let me hold on to this vision whenever I feel lost,
And let me always remain thankful for the love upon the cross.
When my pain seems unending and my burdens hard to bear,
I hold Your cross before my eyes, remembering why You were there.
Then my pain becomes as nothing, and my burden seems so small,
It’s then Your grace flows through me, and helps me give my all.
My anger turns to shame, my longings turn to vanity,
And, kneeling before Your cross, my pride becomes humility.
My sadness disappears beneath the sorrows of the cross,
And all of my complaints before Your Crown Of Thorns are lost.
My weakness becomes a power in the pattern of Your plans,
And I wonder at this mystery as I view Your wounded hands.
The nails within Your feet make my path seem very clear,
Whilst the vision of such perfect love, takes from me every fear.
So let me hold on to this vision whenever I feel lost,
And let me always remain thankful for the love upon the cross.
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