Archive | August 2015

The Savior Is Waiting

Aug30

Let Him In

The Savior Is Waiting

The Savior is waiting to enter your heart
Why don’t you let Him in?
There’s nothing in this world to keep you apart
Why don’t you answer Him?

Chorus:
Time after time
He has waited before
And now He is waiting again
To see if you are willing
To open the door
Oh, how He wants to come in

If you’ll take one look
At the Savior, my friend
You’ll find His arms open wide
Receive Him, and all of your darkness will end
Within your heart He’ll abide

Written by Ralph Carmichael
Audio by Stephen Sollars
Photo by Marge McCoy

do good

Aug25

dogood

“But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return; and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High; for He Himself is kind to ungrateful and evil men.
Luke 6:35

Photo by Cheryl Cook

it’s kindness week!

Aug24

isthatyou

As we finish out another month, (where did August go, anyway?) we thought it would be nice to devote the last week of the month to kindness, and this beautiful poem by Connie Faust seemed the perfect way to start off. We hope the poems, verses and photos will inspire us all to show kindness, in whatever small way, to our fellow human beings this week. Because after all, as this poem so beautifully illustrates, KINDNESS MATTERS!

Is that You, Jesus?

When I see a man of woe
lying in the valley of despair,
If I would stop
to offer him a helping hand,
and look into those lonely eyes . . .
Would I recognize the Savior there?

Lord Jesus, You said “Whenever
you clothe a man in need,
visit one imprisoned,
help the sick in word or deed,
offer refuge to the homeless . . .
I am the one who feels your love;
I am the hungry one you feed.”

Are you the one I passed today
upon my busy way,
as I hurried to accomplish daily tasks?
Are you the one whose plight I scorned,
the mother whose poor children
wore clothing stained and torn?
Are you the one?

Is that you . . . in a barren prison cell,
knowing your own choices
have brought you to this wretched place?
How long till one will care enough
to leave his comfort zone
and share with you
God’s love and his forgiving grace?

Oh, let me be the one
who stops, who takes the time
to soothe a needy soul.
By God’s own grace, I will attend
the needs of those who cry for help . . .
With a heart of compassion,
the wounded and the weary I will mend . . .

For they are You, Jesus!
I love the inspiration to serve others with compassion that is recorded in the New Testament. . . .
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
from Matthew 25, NIV

Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Cheryl Cook

He Leadeth Me

Aug23

leadeth

He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
Audio – Stephen Sollars
Photo – Marge McCoy