Archive for December, 2007

The Sands of Time are Sinking

Sunday, December 30th, 2007

We sing this song pretty frequently at CHBC, but each time the words seem more powerful and rich with truth.

The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for— the fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love!
The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen:
It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned
When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

O, I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.”
I stand upon His merit— I know no other stand,
Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land.

– Anne Ross Cousin
(based on Samuel Rutherford’s Letters)

Not What My Hands Have Done

Friday, December 28th, 2007

Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee
Can rid me of the dark unrest and set my spirit free.

Thy grace alone, O God, to me can pardon speak.
Thy power alone, O son of God, can this sore bondage break.
No other work, save Thine, no other blood will do;
No strength, save that which is divine can bear me safely through.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine.
His cross dispels each doubt. I burry in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might.
He calls me His, I call Him mine, my God, my joy, my light.
‘Tis He who saveth me and freely pardon gives.
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.

– Horatius Bonar


Thursday, December 6th, 2007

Dorothea Day wrote this poem in response to William Henley’s poem Invictus (which means unconquerable) in which he claims he is his own God.

Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God I know to be,
For Christ – the Conqueror of my soul.
Since His the sway of circumstance,
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under the rule which men call chance,
My head, with joy, is humbly bowed.
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That Life with Him and His the Aid,
That, spite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and will keep me unafraid.
I have no fear though straight the gate:
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate!
Christ is the Captain of my soul!

In English class we just finished studying these two authors and then as I was searching the Desiring God website I came across them again.

‘Twas The Week Before Finals

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

by Lydia Schaefer

‘Twas the week before finals and all through the dorm
Not a student was thinking of the upcoming storm.

The teachers were teaching with no big concern,
Except that their students not crash and burn.

Then all of a sudden we were taken by surprise
By a slight itchy throat and some very sore eyes.

“Ah! It’s nothing!” we thought, “Just a cold or the flu,”
So we went on our way with a great big “AH-CHOO!”

But all of a sudden, our inboxes were full
With alerts and e-mails leaving chaos in tow.

The rumors went flying from ear to the next,
Someone had coughed, and we all had been hexed!

The doctor said, “Pertussis has come in our way,”
And we all looked around with horror and dismay.

Dr. Jones promptly canceled a week’s worth of school,
And advised us to walk in the Great Golden Rule.

We rushed o’er to Barge for a quick vaccination,
Only to find that we’d be placed in isolation!

Five days on some pills and then all would be well,
We would be sent back to exams with the bell.

Now pack up your rooms ‘cos it’s time to go home!
Unless you would stay here on campus, alone.

Some Snow

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

We got a dusting of snow here in Alexandria today. Here is a picture taken out of my front window.
For those interested, I shot this on my Canon Rebel XTi using a 30 second shutter at f/13 with the ISO at 100.

Please pray

Sunday, December 2nd, 2007

Please pray for my grandma. Her name is Grace. She is unsaved and going though many medical trials. Pray that the Lord will save her. And pray for me to be bold in sharing Christ with her.

The Lighting Ceremony

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Last night was my last lighting ceremony at BJU as a student. It was nice to spend it with some good friends and (sorry Peter) a little Starbucks.
Lacey and Piper
Jamie and Brant
Adrienne and Andrew
Megan, Adrienne and Me
The Gang