In Christ Alone

by keith getty and stuart townend

In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light my strength, my song;
This Cornerstone, this solid ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace, when fears are stilled, when strivings cease.
My comforter my All in all, here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless babe! This gift of love and righteousness scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on the cross, as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied, For every sin
on Him was Laid; here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay, Light of the world by darkness slain.
Then, bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory, sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine, bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death, this is the powr of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He re-turns or calls me home, here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand!

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A nice quiet afternoon is here and so I must pounce upon it and write another entry for my blog. A thousand things are screaming at me: laundry, more cooking for tonight,

Garden planning in the fall, finishing my real-estate book, planning the Great Books

Curriculum for the fall, well I’m sure there are more things but this is why I find it hard to keep up with this blogging thing. Did I mention laundry? I have a bone to pick with whoever invented the internet, it steals my time.

What a fantastic week this turned out to be! ( you can see I’m greatly in need of a thesaurus! ) Caleb’s 2^nd birthday was celebrated on Saturday. We also had our wonderful friend, Mr. Andrew Sandlin (www.christianculture.com) come and visit us Sunday afternoon. Poor Andrew, we had a great time picking at his brain with all our questions.

I had a brief meeting this week with Heather Clayton, and we are going to begin putting some guitar and piano together! Now, convincing Heather to get a bit funky with her beat, or get the groove on will be a challenge (she knows : ) ) but I think we will eventually get there! Now the grand finale of the week: my potatoes are ready for harvest! I know, it’s a boring life but there is nothing like taking those potatoes out of the soft, dark soil and seeing the fruits of your labor right before your eyes.. and tasting them in your mouth.

Mr. Sandlin’s sermon Sunday morning made me realize something and posed a somewhat scary question in my mind: Why are reformed people afraid of Jesus? His holy name is just not spoken with the kind of fervor, love, fanaticism, and frequency one would expect from such a fanatical group. Yes, we’re fanatical but maybe our fanaticism is more directed at Calvin and the Westminster Confession. Sometimes there is an akwardness in speaking about Jesus, we don’t want people to think we’re charismatic or baptistic or something. But, if we speak not the name of Jesus, then what do we have to boast in? Surely I have been guilty of boasting in theology, or a church father, or a modern day writer. This is not all bad, but boasting in Jesus Christ and his work on the cross, AND the resurrection trumps every theologian, every preacher, every man-written book that has ever existed or ever will exist. I love theology, books, and Godly preachers, but our, the church’s, zeal has to be about one thing first and foremost: Jesus Christ, who is alive and living in every one of his precious children. So, to quote a totally hip euro: “How shall we then live?”…. as a church, as a preacher as a nation, as fathers and mothers, as husbands and wives, as children, as artists, as scientists, as teachers, as disciples to each other, as……..well I do need to go finish that laundry.