My Savior's Love

 

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. 
Galatians 2:20

 

The past couple of weeks our pastor has been preaching on the covenant God made with Abram and Sara.  God spoke to Abram and ask him to leave the country he knew, told him that he and Sara would be blessed with a child and they were to name him Isaac.  God also changed their names to Abraham and Sarah.  He showed Abraham the stars in the sky and said you will have more children than the number of stars in the sky.  Abraham did everything in faith that God had asked of him thereby honoring the covenant God was making with him.

 

How many of us today are willing to do what God is calling us to do?  Are we willing to leave our homes and travel to the foreign mission fields, or for that matter, to witness on the mission fields right in our own neighborhood.  We make excuses that we are to busy, I'm not qualified, etc.  It is never to late to lead anyone to Christ and never make the assumption that just because they grew up in a Christian home that they know who Jesus is.

 

Jesus made a new covenant with us when He died on that cross and then rose on the third day.  When we accept Him as our Lord and Savior we are a new creature.  We are to share what we have with all we come in contact with.  As the pastor explained this morning, we plant the seed and it will flourish.  May God lead, guide and direct each of us to the Divine Appointments He has for us.

 

My Savior's Love

by Charles H. Gabriel, 1905

 

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.

Oh, how marvelous! Oh, how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
Oh, how marvelous! Oh, how wonderful!
Is my Savior’s love for me!

 

For me it was in the garden
He prayed: “Not My will, but Thine.”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat drops of blood for mine.

 

In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.

 

He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered and died alone.

 

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
’Twill be my joy through the ages
To sing of His love for me.