Today is Good Friday. My thought for the day is summed up by Stuart Townend's wonderful song, "How Deep the Father's Love for Us":
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give his only Son,
To make a wretch his treasure?
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turned his face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon his shoulders.
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything:
No gifts, no power, no wisdom.
But I will boast in Jesus Christ;
His death and resurrection!
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart:
His wounds have paid my ransom!
Amen and Amen!
"[I]f we fail, then the whole world,…all that we have known and cared for…will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that…men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'”
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