So I went to sing songs in the kids class this morning (like I do every Sunday) and we sang the hymn When I Survey the Wonderful Cross. Then I migrated to my “adult” (what does that even mean, really?) Sunday school class where we sang O the Wonderful Cross: a slight rendition of the aforementioned, When I Survey the Wondrous Cross. I enjoyed that because it was a little bit different. Yay. Guess what we sang in actual worship?? When I Survey…!!! Hahahaha! Funny, but I wasn’t as annoyed as you’d think a typical American would be over that. Why? Because I saw a parallel between it, and my life. That song contains the Gospel. Week after week, day after day, God shows me the Gospel. He lays it in front of me saying, “Eat this, the bread of life,” and then He weeps as I exchange it for the bread of the flesh. He holds on, however, and He offers the bread once more. He plays that song again:
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
On Sundays He sings it to me like a melody. Most of the time He has to scrape it into my skin like tattoo ink.
Thanks for doing that, Jesus. I love you.