Confessing the Faith of Another: Jesus Paid It All

22 09 2009

I returned from chapel not long ago.  Alvin Reid preached a great sermon that all youth pastors or student ministers need to hear.  You can find it at the SEBTS website.

At the service we sang an old hymn, Jesus Paid It All.  As is often my custom now, I changed the first person pronouns to third person pronouns and sang the hymn from Anna’s perspective rather than from my own.  This hymn may be the most simple and poignant statement about Anna’s sin while living, her faith in Jesus while still living, and her praise of him now as she awaits his return and the future resurrection of her body.

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She heard the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him she owes;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

For nothing good had she
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
She washed her garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.

And now complete in Him,
Her robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
She is divinely blest.

Lord, now indeed she finds
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.

When from her dying bed
Her ransomed soul did rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Did rend the vaulted skies.

And when before the throne
She stands in Him complete,
She lays her trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.

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“Men are just tools.”

21 09 2009

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A funny memory came up today.

A few posts back I wrote about my Aunt Alice passing away and about the brief relationship between her and Anna.  I mentioned in that post that my Aunt Alice was living the life that Anna would have loved–the elderly widow or spinster.  Some of you who knew Anna might remember, however, that Anna wanted to have 17 children.  But the unmarried spinster life would not allow her to have 17 children.

One day she was telling me about her future and she began to name off her 17 children.  She had told me that she did not want to get married, and so I quietly informed her that she would have to get married before she could have 17 children.  She looked at me, a bit peeved at my insolence, sighed, and said, “Well, if I have to, but men are just tools in order to have children.”  I did not pursue it further.





Any Ideas?

2 09 2009

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I came across this photo tonight.  Anna is in the front.  Samuel is in the red swim suit in the rear.  Anyone have idea what they are doing?  (No fair if you have lived for anytime in Indonesia!)





Tea for Three

2 09 2009

(Update: I have added a photo of the original tea party for those who don’t know about it. See below.)

I just received word yesterday that my Aunt Alice passed away some time on Tuesday night.  She had been battling various forms of cancer for some time.  The decision had been made to put her on hospice care and they had just brought her home from the hospital, but as with my mom, she passed away much more quickly than anyone imagined.

I will have to dig around and see if I have a picture of Anna with my Aunt Alice.  Anna met her on a trip we made to Southern California in January 2007.  We spent the night at her house on our way to Disneyland.  Anna fell in love with her Great-aunt Alice and I think the feeling was mutual.  I think that Aunt Alice was living the kind of life that Anna would like.  By the time Anna met her she was already widowed after the death of my Uncle Tom several years earlier.  So Anna only knew my aunt as a sort of spinster, living on her own in a beautiful house with lots of books.  It might have been the books that attracted them to one another.  They both loved to read and I think it pleased Anna to meet an older woman who enjoyed reading as much as she did.  And Aunt Alice was very generous giving many books to Anna.

Alice was not part of the original tea party at my mom and dad’s house, with my mom and Timberley and Anna.  I am certain, however, that if such things happen in heaven, Anna will have pulled up a chair for Aunt Alice alongside my mom’s chair and asked in a very proper British accent, “Would you care for some tea, Ma’am?”

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At the Intersection of Jetty Road and Memory Lane

2 09 2009

An old friend, Wade Odum, found my blog yesterday.  We used to play in a band named Jetty Road with a great bass player named Scott Rose.  Wade himself was an outstanding  guitar player, singer, and songwriter.  I tried to keep from embarrasing myself on the skins in the back.  Wade is enduring a disease that is new to me.  You can read about his life, faith, and family at http://theaudiopilotsblog.blogspot.com/.