Tongue Can Tell
The love that Jesus had for me,
To suffer on the cruel tree
That I a ransomed soul might be,
Is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell!
The love that Jesus had for me
Is more than tongue can tell!
To suffer on the cruel tree
That I a ransomed soul might be,
Is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell!
His love is more than tongue can tell!
The love that Jesus had for me
Is more than tongue can tell!
-Jane
E. Hall
The reason
why we are so sure of our faith is that after 2000 years on this side of the
cross, the word of God found in holy scriptures, every act of
goodness-kindness, absolute of intelligence, proves that the grace of God is
the only matter that has withstood the test of time. For the unbeliever, enjoy
the present-- this is as good as it will ever get for you. Technology has
changed the world, but human nature has only worsened.
When this
writer walked into one of the marvels of the world, St Paul 's
Cathedral, London ,
there was a marble, life-size statue of Jesus. More than a statue, your new
birth, the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, his righteousness, is the only thing
that changes a life. If you do not have the new birth, if you have not the
Spirit of Christ, you're none of His. (Romans 8:9) You must have His life, His
energy. When you do, whether judicial or jury (often bigots and idiots are too
stupid to know what they're doing), your attitude changes towards prisoners in jails,
as well as prisoners in other facilities, and those in the solitary confinement
of their own home.
The feet of
Jesus nourished the good earth around the Sea of Galilee ,
where He walked and preached Himself. The human mind can know the satisfaction
and confidence of living with this spirit embedded-implanted
in your very existence. Your writer
is a totally blind, 100% disabled, service-connected, medical officer
veteran. I have become a cynical
American, with good reason. The VA, the most inept agency of government, never
provided this blind veteran with a white cane. 50 years ago, I asked the VA for
a reading machine. This year, they finally provided me with a machine that
reads audio books. Never have I enjoyed such a blessing. Why did not someone
who professed an interest in my life and well fare, make those arrangements
anyway. My favorite author of secular books is John Grisham. Perhaps because my
son's mother was from Oxford
Mississippi
Every sheep
needs a shepherd. We know that in sickness and death, we are very much alone,
in solitary confinement. Just as critical are the disabled-- those of us who
are blind, deaf, or crippled have a very lonely existence. Those of you who
have been isolated by your opinions, should understand what it is like to be
isolated by disability. "Out of sight, out of mind." In a world of
carefree living, avoiding the negatives, there are many thousands of people who
live publically acceptable lives, yet are ungodly. The public sees them as
completely acceptable, and yet are very un-God-like in their attitudes. The two
first men born in the world, to the two first parents, were Cane and Able. Able
was acceptable to God, and Cane was not. Yet, Cane survived, and we are all
descendants of Cane. Able sought to satisfy God, Cane wanted to satisfy his
self-- and so it is, through the millenniums, and even until today. Do you ever
feel in a state of solitary confinement in your value system? Your morals? Your
beliefs? The grace of God extends to his own, a faith system based on actions,
based on beliefs, and sustained by confidence. The separation from God is the
wrath of God-- real solitary
confinement. Those responsible for justice (government, law enforcement,
judicial) will some day face justice. Those responsible for punishment, those
so willing to punish others, even confine others to a solitary existence, will
someday face punishment.
One of my
good friends wanted to teach his two sons about his faith in Christ, the grace
extended to us by the sacrificial redemption of Christ. Most of us cannot
conceive of what our blessed Lord endured. So, when His sons were to be
punished, he would take off his shirt, remove his belt, and force his sons to
beat him with the belt. He said, "I have never seen so many tears. They
really understood what our blessed Lord did for us. It cured their
sinfulness."
Jesus knew
solitary, aloneness. On the cross He showed His need for sharing His
condemnation with another. He was crucified between two thieves and to one
thief He shared His destiny.
And He said to him,
"Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise ."
Luke 23:43
Only in the
gospel of Matthew, you find two blind men, pleading with Jesus for their sight.
Only another blind person can understand sightlessness. Most trauma of the body
or soul cannot be shared. No doctor has ever felt a patient's pain. No mother
has ever felt another mother's disappointment. There are many things we must
endure in isolation. The apostle Paul said, "My God shall supply all your
needs according to His riches and glory." (Philippians 4:19) This promise
is secure in isolation, in solitary confinement, or anywhere else. Many of us
are often very alone in the midst of a crowd-- even around family members.
Don't think you are abnormal-peculiar when others avoid you. All of my life I
have felt alone because I was chosen by God to be different. I was never
accepted by those who were indifferent to the value-system-character-savior
entrusted to me. You realize this when you walk up to a group that stops
talking when you get there. They know that you do not want to hear their dirty
jokes, their fowl language. I still remember walking up to a group of men on
the street in front of church, always talking about things other than what was
happening in the building they were about to enter (ball games, politics,
raunchy gossip). Often the pastor would be standing there with them, because he
was one of them. I can still see these men, and even the pastor, smoking their
cigarettes and throwing them to the street before they entered God's house.
Jesus'
first miracle, in Cana of Galilee, at a wedding, He, His mother, and His
disciples were there. I remember Cana as being
just a small-dusty, remote village. They ran out of wine, and Jesus' mother
told the "servers," "Do whatever he tells you." They filled
the 120 gallon water jugs to the brim-- not halfway, and without questions. The
evolutionists would say that it took millions of years for the water to turn to
wine, but those in attendance proclaimed that the best wine was served last. (John
2:10) AND so it should be with us, those who know and trust in the redemption
of a Christ who rose from the dead. In solitary confinement, perhaps in
solitary belief, in a solitary relationship with the creator of the world, we
know the best is at last.
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