Another Old School Hymn

This one is from back in the day . . . and I mean BACK in the day:

“Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His holy will abideth;
I will be still whate’er He doth;
And follow where He guideth;
He is my God; though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall:
Wherefore to Him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He never will deceive me;
He leads me by the proper path:
I know He will not leave me.
I take, content, what He hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait His day.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His loving thought attends me;
No poison can be in the cup
That my Physician sends me.
My God is true; each morn anew
I’ll trust His grace unending,
My life to Him commending.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He is my Friend and Father;
He suffers naught to do me harm,
Though many storms may gather,
Now I may know both joy and woe,
Some day I shall see clearly
That He hath loved me dearly.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Though now this cup, in drinking,
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it, all unshrinking.
My God is true; each morn anew
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet I am not forsaken.
My Father’s care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall:
And so to Him I leave it all” (Author: Samuel Rodigast (1675)Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1863)

Just for the record, it wouldn’t hurt to throw in a few more hymns during Sunday worship, would it?

Cup of Sorrow, Cup of Joy

“When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become. The sorrow overwhelms us, makes us throw ourselves on the ground, facedown, and sweat drops of blood. Then we need to be reminded that our cup of sorrow is also our cup of joy and that one day we will be able to taste the joy as fully as we now taste the sorrow” (Henri Nouwen).

I love that imagery. I don’t necessarily think that we will at any point sweat drops of blood. That was something Jesus did in moments of extreme anxiety when facing the prospect of the cross. But I do think the sentiment about sorrow and joy is on point.

To think that as much as we taste sorrow now, we will one day taste joy is a joyful statement. As bad as some days are down here, they will be just as good up there. Actually, the worst we go through won’t be able to compete with the best that’s coming. Paul calls it a light and momentary affliction in contrast to the pure joy that awaits.

It’s easy to focus on the crushing and forget the wine that we will become. We can get caught up in how painful the refining process is and neglect that one day Jesus will see His pure reflection in us. What a day that will be. And even in the fire, God is with us.

What I Need on Mondays

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I need one of these first thing on a Monday morning, filled with my delightful blend of coffee, creamer, and sugar. Heavy on the creamer and sugar and light on the coffee. Or as I like to call it– coffee-flavored sugar milk.

I used to not drink coffee at all. Then I graduated to frappacinos, then to cappacinos, then to lattes, and finally to the grown-up drink. The other grown-up drink.

Mondays come awfully early in the week, so I need a cup about the size of the one pictured above. I also need about 8 hours more sleep. And maybe a vacation.

But most of all I still need grace. Every moment of the day, every day of my life.

It’s funny how I start to think I’m entitled to grace. The very nature of grace means that no one is entitled to it, no one deserves it, and no one should expect it because it is still the unmerited favor of God. Or as I’ve heard it put– God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense.

So that’s it. I need more sleep, a vacation, a ridiculously-sized cup o’ joe, and grace. Not necessarily in that order.