Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Trouble in Amish Paradise


http://www.abc.net.au/compass/s2606271.htm

http://www.troubleinamishparadise.com/

This video is worth watching. The story of two Amish families in PA that are excommunicated for following the bible instead of the church.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Depth in hymns

I have always loved a modern style of praise & worship music. Having grown up with hymns, they seemed boring and outdated. Yesterday I led worship at our church with all traditional or rewritten hymns. I was surprised at how well the service went. Over the past few months I have been researching hymns with sound doctrine. The richness I have found in many songs written hundreds of years ago is like a treasure hunt. The treasure I am finding is encouraging to my soul and glorifying to God. The different music style stretches my abilities and has been a blessing in the process.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

And Can it be that I should Gain?

And Can it be that I should Gain?
Charles Wesley, 1738

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.